My partner lovingly calls me the Xmas Grinch, because each year I am seemingly reluctant to get in the spirit of things. It got worse the Xmas I was writing up my PhD, when I had a deadline of 22 December, and I completely banned Xmas altogether until I had handed in. That year made for some frantic shopping! I have step-children who are all old enough to appreciate Xmas now, and they have also noted my lack of festive cheer.
It’s not because I don’t like Xmas, I really do. I have very fond memories of Xmas growing up. My parents made a lot of effort to make it special and I can remember putting out carrots for the reindeer, and making a Santa Trap (a string with bells on to wake me up when he came into my room – unfortunately I shared my plan with my parents…
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