Why we all love TRADITION
The time is 9.50pm on Christmas Eve. I am placing carrots and a small brandy by the fireplace next to the stockings, ready for you-know-who and his reindeer, despite the fact that my children are well into their teens.
Candles glow on tables and carols are playing softly on the radio. Monopoly and Scrabble tournaments are well underway, and we’re tucking into eggnog and mince pies.
The truth is that we could enjoy spicy milk drinks, play any time of the year. But we don’t.
