Happy ghosts of Christmas past
For me, there’s no sweeter day on the calendar than December 25. I simply love Christmas.
My first Christmas column appeared in The Weekly in 1984. By then, we had four children: Reagan, Flynn, Patrick and Courtenay. I wrote: “A parent who has spent Christmas Eve struggling to assemble a bicycle or a swing set that is 15 screws short knows a lot about goodwill, love and peace on earth.”
Back then, The MOTH (The Man of the House) didn’t know a Phillips Head Screwdriver from a plate of egg and chips. A toy with ‘assembly required’ filled us both with dread.
Ruff Red (Rowen) was born in 1986 and the family has grown since then. There’s
