Christmas is a time for many things - stuffing yourself with turkey, watching kids fall off their bikes and cry, settling down with an eggnog and a mince pie for the spectacular brilliance of Richard Burton ("Browwwwwwwwwwdswowwwwwwwwwwwwd to Danny Boy") in Where Eagles Dare, for example - but above all, when you're in the press, it's a time for exploiting the public's goodwill towards the armed forces at Christmastime in order to push along your tired and discredited pro-death agenda.
So some bollocks about 'our boys' bashing the Taliban in Christmas hats seems, well, kind of familiar:
Royal Marines won a dawn firefight with Taliban on a Christmas Day sortie yesterday - then marched back to base in Santa hats.
That was from last year's toss in the Mail. And expect more over the coming days. Will the reporters lovingly describing the deaths of Bad Towelheads actually be there to see it and confirm the veracity of the tales? Or will they be ctrl+C and ctrl+Ving a bit of propaganda, handy to have when you've got a skeleton staff in over the festive period and not a great deal of real news is happening? Hmm, I wonder.
Of course, the ideal Xmas gift to the poor souls in uniforms would be to bring the fuckers back home, indeed never to have sent them out there in the first place to be in harm's way at any time, let alone Christmas. But then that would require difficult questions being asked, the whys and wherefores. So let's just stick with the jolly soldiers in Santa hats sticking it to the dirty brown folk. A much easier story to understand.