Just as I was feeling the weight of another lockdown falling on my shoulders, just as I looked in my beer fridge and found it as empty as a Boris promise, just as I contemplated despair as the only destination I would be visiting in this season of goodwill, there was a knock at the door. Lucy Dog barked as a delivery man retreated down the drive. I look down on the doorstep to discover a box, standing stark and ethereal as a monolith in the Arizona desert. I carry it inside, feeling a weight as welcome as gravity itself. With the kind of anticipation I have not known in decades, I cut the box open and discover can after can of glorious Christmas joy, Thank you M&C for your wonderful present – it is just what the doctors ordered.