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My 13-year-old son will not for­give me for telling this story – but when he was six he got a rather splen­did acid green Grit stunt scooter for Christ­mas; he couldn’t have been prouder rid­ing it in to school in the New Year. And when some Year 6 boys ad­mired it, he turned around and told them with no un­cer­tainty. ‘Thanks, I got it from Santa.’

Spoiler alert! Those days of Santa Claus have pretty much gone (we still leave some­thing out for Santa, just in case), but Christ­mas con­tin­ues to have its charms and most of it comes from cre­at­ing new Christ­mas tra­di­tions each year that al­low us to have fun and not cre­ate scenes where one of us is shout­ing ‘but we al­ways do that’.

Our small and bi­jou fam­ily where the cats al­most out­num­ber the hu­mans couldn’t be fur­ther away from those su­per­mar­ket ad­verts that seem to be de­signed to make your Christ­mas feel dis­ap­point­ing un­less you have end­less num­bers of fam­ily mem­bers and neigh­bours de­mand­ing piles of mini samosas and smoked salmon vol-au-vents with­out fall­ing out over Brexit or whose turn it is to do the wash­ing up. So in­stead we do our own thing. Christ­mas Eve is a chance to go out for pizza (yes, pizza) and sing de­ranged ver­sions of Christ­mas car­ols on the way home.

Christ­mas day was once spent build­ing ever more com­pli­cated Lego Star Wars sets and ar­gu­ing with the inan­i­mate in­struc­tions even though they never, ever had a piece miss­ing (by the end of the build, I cer­tainly had lost a few mar­bles). Now it is the build up for the Doc­tor Who Christ­mas spe­cial that dom­i­nates our day. At Christ­mas din­ner, the crack­ers have been re­placed with table presents and the end­less rounds of the Qual­ity Street/Cad­bury Roses tins have mor­phed into a

‘Christ­mas day was spent build­ing com­pli­cated Lego Star Wars sets and ar­gu­ing with the inan­i­mate in­struc­tions even though they never, ever had a piece miss­ing.’

rather grown-up cheese­board.

Box­ing Day is the of­fi­cial start of the James Bond Marathon, the Burns house­hold’s at­tempt to the work our way through all 26 films by the end of Jan­uary (we are all al­lowed one veto).

So here’s my Christ­mas gift to you all, cre­ate your own tra­di­tions, don’t cling to the old ones or try and recre­ate those TV ad­verts. Nadelic Lowen!

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