I treasure this photograph.
It’s of my grandfather, Laurence Thomas Delaney, holding me on his knee on my first Christmas Day.
Pop, as we called him, was born on the family farm, Moyne, in Little Hartley, New South Wales, but left to go adventuring, breaking the long tradition of working on the land. As a journalist, he went to Hong Kong and South America and ended up in London where he worked in the entertainment industry.
He died when I was three years old and I wish I’d known him better.
So this Christmas I’ll be thinking of my family; the ones who are no longer alive as well as the ones who make this time of year so precious.
I wish you and yours a very merry Christmas.