Thursday 27 April 2017

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

December 1848: The Royal Christmas tree is admired by Queen Victoria, Prince Albert and their children. (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

David Robbins

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.

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