Clodagh Finn: There’s nothing wrong with getting into the spirit and going a bit crackers
Give in to the kitsch joys of Christmas and let its special magic shine through
IT always strikes me as miraculous the way Christmas morning steals in on little cat feet. The air feels still and pure in a way that is somehow different to any other day of the year.
For one short second it seems almost sacred, and then it's gone as the tinsel fanfare comes thundering down the stairs. Happy Kitschmas, you say, trying not to let on that you've shoved a handful of selection-box jelly tots into your gob before breakfast.
And before you get a chance to seek out another spark of the divine, you're off on a sugar-fuelled roller-coaster ride through the highs (paper hats, Christmas cracker jokes, relatives visiting) and lows ('It's a Wonderful Life' for the umpteenth time, dry turkey, relatives visiting) that remain a constant of festive season.