Christmas is coming

Traditions are a major part of my Christmas, and most of them I’ve stuck to religiously each year. I have always gone to pick out the best real tree (I’m a firm believer that artificial trees just aren’t the same) with my Dad, and insisted we all wear Santa hats while decorating. Usually after about ten minutes I would become chief decorator as my Mum, Dad and brother would drift off and do their own thing – but being the OCD way I am this secretly pleased me and I’d happily take over while listening to our one and only Christmas CD.

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