I’m playing “Jingle Bells” on the piano and the bauble-laden tree is sparkling over my shoulder. The smell of roasting turkey fills the house and I can see filled Christmas stockings waiting to be plundered. Ah, cue Noddy Holder: “It’s Christmaaaaa…” No. Wait, that’sthe postman at the door in his shorts, the leaves are on the trees, plus, there’s a fan on trying to keep us cool. Oh yes, it’s August.
It could, in fact, everything about the festive season and live for family fun and togetherness, opening stockings, playing games and watching . So we decided collectively on a solution. Whatever time of year it is that they get back home, even if only for one day—it is officially Christmas!
