This unusual Christmas seems to have been quite good for a lot of people.
Young couples stayed at home and enjoyed each other’s company, there was no travelling all over the country to see relatives that you only see at weddings, funerals and Christmas. Parents spent time with their children. Those who were alone formed a social media band and shared pictures of what they were doing all day and felt less alone than they normally would have.
There were obviously more rotten supermarket turkeys than usual, as social distancing had caused the birds to be out of the chillers for longer than they should have been but people coped.
I had a fabulous time. We had a perfect dinner (I didn’t burn anything), presents were perfect all round and our little family could be all together.
I love Christmas. I love everything about it: the magic, the excitement, the cold crisp weather, bringing plants indoors, twinkly lights, chocolate for breakfast, bubble and squeak the next day, Turkey sandwiches for a week, cracker jokes, arguing over a board game, the twelve days of cheesemas and most especially, books-in day.
Stay in, protect the NHS, read books. Perfect.
I was very lucky with my book presents this year. The only question is, where to start?
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