Taking a glug of Baileys, I grabbed an armful of tinsel and headed for the Christmas tree.
‘Pretty,’ my son Jarvis, then 5, squealed as my lounge began to resemble a glitter factory.
My partner John, 52, put his arm around me and we admired my handiwork.
A few weeks before, I’d bought a new dress, stuffed the fridge with food and invited Mum, my sisters, their partners and kids to ours.
A tree-decorating shindig to get us all into the crimbo spirit!
With the music, festive tipples and mince pies on the go, I felt excited.
blasted out, and we all
