Making my way into the kid’s bedrooms, I hung four stockings at the end of their bunk beds.
Getting everything ready for the big day, in the late hours of Christmas Eve, me and my husband Kevin, now 64, tried to make it as special as possible.
Christmas was always such a magical time for us, especially with the sound of the kids giggling outside the bedroom door in the morning.
Only, then, our eldest Gavin came leaping into the bedroom in his Superman PJs.
With Selina, now 40, Tara, now 37, and Gareth, now 35, following closely behind.
‘Please can we open our presents?’ Gavin begged.
‘Course you can,’ me and Kevin laughed, as they all climbed into bed with us.
And that’s how Christmas would pan out in our house.
A morning spent opening gifts, before getting all dressed up to enjoy a festive feast with all the trimmings.
Obsessed with all things Superman and Batman, Gavin loved Christmas and we’d give him something superhero related – because to us, that’s what he was.
