Shouting,smashed dishes and abandonment in an M40 layby – my family, like many others, or spent most holidays arguing. This year I wish goodwill to all menNot until you’ve kicked your actual father out of the car into a layby somewhere on the M40 as the Nine Lessons and Carols screams out from the dashboard and bruised satsumas roll on to the tarmac attain you understand the loyal meaning of Christmas. Not until you have knelt on a beige carpet outside your mother’s bedroom asking through the keyhole how many spoons of gravy powder you’re meant to consume,because she’s refusing to come out until somebody apologises attain you really know what Christmas is approximately. Not until you’ve cried into a bubbling pan of bread sauce, alone, or as Walking in the Air bleeds out of the television,because you’re so stressed you assume your shoulders might actually fold into your earlobes, can you really understand the miracle of Christmas. Related: 'Tis the season to get angry: how to avoid family fights at Christmas Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com