I love Christmas. No matter how many relatives I trap, or number of Brussels sprouts I fit into them, my family are always unusually patient and biddable. It’s every shade of fabulous. A more cynical person might observe that I use up all the oxygen around me, and merely suffocate my prey. Or that everyone is on Valium. But I never let the truth interfere with my party spirits.
Yup. My synapses are on Annual Leave during yuletide. It’s the only time of year I can justifiably dress my teenage boys in onesies. Or surprise jump my neighbours in the dark, without inciting a criminal record. I love how unreasonable I can be – it’s like the mothership of PMT with national immunity.