It's that time of year when all should be jolly and all men of goodwill should smile, forget their ills, forgive everyone's bad deeds and move on. After all, Christmas is all about love, forgiveness and jollity.
As in times of old, Christmas this year, or at least the run-up to this important day, is being marred by the people who are running the country.
We are sadly back to the times of worrying about what comes next, what horrors lie beyond the next corner.
I was one of those who were scared. Writing in this newspaper before the election, I had warned that we must not trust Joseph Muscat and his team; that we should be cautious and stick to the PN who, with all their faults, steered us well and steadily.
What then seemed like big worries today pale into insignificance compared to the threat we are facing at the moment. And this is happening when the government of Joseph Muscat and the PL has been in power for less than two years.
I predicted doom and gloom and sometimes I hated myself and hated all of us PN candidates, party men and supporters for doing that. I remember thinking in my heart of hearts that I might be exaggerating. I hoped I would be proved wrong by the new labour people who would rise to be the new kids on the block without messing up anything we held sacred.
Deep down I hoped that maybe the ways of the past were gone and they had learnt their lesson.
If only I had been proved wrong. Much as I wish, and dream of seeing, Malta governed by the PN, I knew and accepted that the day had to come when the PN would lose an election.
That day came. And what a huge tumble it was. The electorate had shouted their concerns, screamed to the PN to change, then showed they had had enough so it was in with the new. In with glitzy, brand new Labour and out with the good hands, but rusty, of the PN.
Labour took over and thankfully they inherited a most robust and good economy, with best practices in place in the economic, diplomatic and tourism sectors.
Good economies, good measures and good results are hardly enough. One has to project ideas and a vision for a future, for new plans. This government has no such plans. But the big worry today is hardly economic.
The last weeks' events and the way Joseph Muscat and his team have let events unfold in this happy island are shameful. But more than shaming or politically very damaging is the realisation that they have not, and had not, changed: they are still not ready to let truth and reality rule us. The worst demonstration of this was the Prime Minister's outburst during the parliamentary debate regarding the shooting by the former minister's driver.
The perception was that the fear people like me felt before the election was being blown out of proportion. Today, with the shooting and all that has come out of that incident, I shudder to think of my mistake before the election.
We should have been more worried about how quickly the PL rot would set in.
Christmas is going to be overshadowed again - the spirit of this most beautiful feast is ruined. Yet, despite all, I still hope the people at the helm of the Labour Party will wake up from their stupor and change their ways.
Notwithstanding all the gloom the country has fallen into, I wish you all a happy Christmas and a more serene New Year.