Look, there’s got to be something better to do than whipping each other with one-eyed feminists.

Thank God it’s the 1st December and we can all pull out our treasured version of Snoopy’s Xmas

If you haven’t got your own, hit the link and enjoy a YouTube treasure.
[With lyrics]

“With Snoopy dead in his sights
He pulled the trigger up tight
Why he didn’t shoot
Well, we’ll never know
Or, was it the (Xmas) bells
From the village below?”

It’s an interesting storyline … Honourable gentlemen who put their differences aside for Christmas?

What’s your take on it?

But, when it comes to Christmas have you got one of those one-eyed feminists who wants to use the children to whip you at Christmas time?

You know the sort? Won’t share Christmas Day, would never let the children stay with you on Christmas Eve, even if it is your normal time with the children – can’t have them waking up at Dad’s place on Christmas morning or variations of a theme that might be far worse.

What’s the worst stunt the children’s mother pulled on you for Christmas and how did you deal with it?

Or perhaps you’re the lucky one, and your ex discusses Christmas presents for the children so you don’t accidentally double up on the same gift?

Or are your children, smart little critters, who try and play you off because they can make good out of competing parents?

Will you make the children leave their Christmas presents at your place this year because last year their mother disappeared them and they were never seen again?

What’s your experience of Christmas and peace and goodwill to all?

It doesn’t always turn out well for separated fathers, separated from their children too, not just their mother.

Looking back, what advice might you give to your younger self?