I've been a good boy this year. Seriously, I danced with the Palace cheerleaders for charity and everything! So I'm hoping you'll be able to give me what I want for Christmas this year.
Well, actually it's not a case of what I want, but what I don't want. You see, I think it's time that Palace said goodbye to Jermaine Easter.
Now don't get me wrong, I love old Jamma. He's an honest pro, he runs and runs like a Duracell battery and has scored a couple of important goals for Palace.
But that's the problem. A couple. Not shedloads, and he's been given the chances to be fair.
But more often than not, I've found myself emitting a frustrated "EASTER!!" rather than a jubilant "EAASTTERR!!"
I like his style, and I like the way he runs around sticking his bum out as he covers every blade of grass. He's a hard worker and probably a good squad player, but as the Palace team gets better I think he's become more surplus to requirements.
And his name is true to his form: Easter. He's rubbish with crosses and he rarely comes out of his shell on the pitch.
Thanks for the efforts, Jermaine, but for this Christmas I want no more Easter.