As Christmas and New Year drift away, my thoughts immediately turn to the six nations.
It has been this way for as long as I can remember.
This will be the fifty ninth tournament of my lifetime, and I am just as excited as I was for my first.
The history of this tournament the rights of passage passed on by friends and family and the memories of matches and weekends with people no longer with us, make it for me the best rugby tournament in the world.
Those of you of a certain age are guaranteed a smile or two as you scroll down the page revealing some iconic images and memories.
Black and white footage
JPR with socks rolled down, stitches in one side of his face and blood running down the other side
Big moustached French front rows
Pristine logo free international jerseys with the collars turned up
Match reports by JBG Thomas, John Reason and of course Stephen Jones
Twickenham car parks and wealthy car owners warming their claret on the bonnet of their vehicles with the engine running
Bobble hats leeks and watneys party fours
Saturday evening sports papers in colours of pink blue and orange
Referees who never visited a gym in their lifetime
Match tickets that were a work of art
Brains dark, Felinfoel, Buckleys clarkeys pies, chip alley
Rugby special on a Sunday
Jean Pierre Rives with more “claret” on his shirt than a Bordeaux bar owner