David Robbins: A Christmas story
Tired of the festive season never living up to his expectations, David Robbins looks back at why we decided to fill December with bonhomie and goodwill in the first place
Published 25/12/2011 | 06:00
Christmas and I have never got along. We never saw eye to eye. Despite the best intentions on both sides, it just didn't happen.
I suppose we got off to a bad start. My childhood Christmases were not what you'd call idyllic. Our father was inclined to partake too liberally of the Christmas spirit, and that lent a certain volatility to proceedings.
Right, our mother decided one Christmas Eve, that's it. We're off. So we were packed into the car and taken to our aunt and uncle's house in Terenure.