Oh December, you really have been the most obstructive of Mistresses! Between the engine going kaput in the car, the miserable black fingers of rising damp crawling through the living room walls, the drama of...
"You know the children in your family best. You know your babba's hearts desire, the rituals that will have their eyes widening with wonder, and the moments they will tuck away in their memory boxes for ever after..."
"Oh, I think it used to be lovely when we didn’t get our things until Christmas Eve or Christmas Day—and then some belated presents would come straggling along for days afterward!"