Exactly when did Christmas become an endurance test that we have to survive?
When did Christmas become something that we have to survive? Every magazine I open these days has articles plastered all over it giving 'survival tips' for Christmas Day.
'Experts' tell us how to fake happiness when you get awful presents and count to 10 or go for a walk if a drunk relative is irritating you. Surely for some families that would mean spending most of their day doing laps of the neighbourhood?
Where has the spirit of Christmas gone? Since when has it become about receiving the perfect gift? Isn't part of the fun of Christmas Day when you get the annual Lily of the Valley soap from Aunty Una or the woolly hat from Granny?