Memories of childhood Christmases stay with us forever. My parents’ house was a two-up, two down with an outside toilet. And me and the kids from the street used to have a competition to find the longest icicle from the wash house then suck on it.
Nowadays health and safety would probably tell us we’d get salmonella, but it never did us any harm. But maybe Christmas as a parent of young children is even better than those in our childhood because everyone knows there’s a hundred times as much joy in giving as receiving.
When Jonathan and Robert were little, I used to get up at 4.30am on Christmas morning and wake them by saying: “He’s been!” I had even more of a thrill watching Jonathan open Lego and Robert bashing around on his new
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