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I Don’t Like To Badmouth People. But I’m The Head Of A Monarchy That Began In The Ninth Century, And I’m Apparently More Modern Than Chris Christie. Look, I Know He Has To Appeal To The Crazy Right-wingers In His Party, But The Fact Is, He’s Not As Forward-thinking As An Eighty-seven-year-old Lady Who Wears A Crown On Her Head. It’s Pathetic.

Like All The Best Families, We Have Our Share Of Eccentricities, Of Impetuous And Wayward Youngsters And Of Family Disagreements.

Family Does Not Necessarily Mean Blood Relatives But Often A Description Of A Community, Organisation Or Nation.

At Christmas, I Am Always Struck By How The Spirit Of Togetherness Lies Also At The Heart Of The Christmas Story. A Young Mother And A Dutiful Father With Their Baby Were Joined By Poor Shepherds And Visitors From Afar. They Came With Their Gifts To Worship The Christ Child.

It Is As Queen Of Canada That I Am Here. Queen Of Canada And All Canadians, Not Just One Or Two Ancestral Strains.