If you’re like me, you start planning for Christmas in July. (I’m afraid I’m not kidding. With nine nieces and nephews I like to be prepared.)
Christmas Day, it seems, was invented for children. On the day itself they tend to run amok. In a delightful mix of Dickens and disaster, the sugar-fuelled chaos can be exhausting. But there might be a moment on 25 December when we suddenly realise that this day is actually all about a child – the child in the manger.
