’Twas the night before Christmas...
Megan Barber, 31, Worcester
Pulling the duvet over my nose, I tried to stifle my laughter.
‘It’s gonemidnight!’ my mum Jane, then 41, boomed at us.
Hands on her hips, standing in the doorway, she didn’t look too impressed.
But peering over at my sister Paige, then 7, in the bed beside me, I exploded with giggles.
She looked so sincere.
She’d always had a good poker face.
It was Christmas Eve and, as usual, little me and Paige were too excited to sleep.
We’d been having pillow fights and playing ludo.
