Special...

Christmas is special. I’m not asked “where will you be?” with reference to any other day of the year, and the idea of spending the day doing nothing in particular seems, to some folk, like a crime against nature. We spend a small fortune, trying to make Christmas even more special, but where does all the money go? Presents, a meal and enough booze to sink a battleship. It’s a stressful few days, and, we suspect, if Christmas isn’t stressful then we can’t be doing it right. Everything has to be perfect, everyone must be happy; no wonder we fall short, when our expectations are so high…