And after all the trouble I went to, to make the house as twinkly and tasteful as possible, the only Christmassy thing Finley really likes, is a ludicrously ugly Father Christmas wearing sunglasses and a bandanna that sings “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” which has him creased laughing and jigging about like its the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen.

Which is, I suppose the magic of Christmas.

Who cares if the child has got bad taste and can’t appreciate the subtlety of vintage ornaments…