A time of good will, of being kind to people, of the giving of presents and the receiving of criticisms from family members that stab you like tiny daggers in your heart even though ‘they’re just joking.’
If you’re still one of those folks who doesn’t ‘do their own Christmas’ just yet, a sense of dread I’m sure is bubbling up inside as you contemplate going back to your family home to spend some very intensive days with people you don’t see all that often. In a situation that seems a bit like being trapped in a nuclear bunker (no natural light, lots of sitting around doing not much, being annoyed at small children being too loud and arguments over food ‘rationing.’)
At the Hardy home we always argued over two things at Xmas.
