Sitting at the table with Christmas tunes tinkling in the background, I carefully cut around the wrapping paper.
Placing a gift in the middle, I folded the edges in, securing it with tape, before topping it off with a bow.
‘What are you doing?’ my wife Renee asked, laughing. ‘It’s only just October!’
‘I know, but we need to be prepared this year,’ I said.
You see, Renee and I were pregnant – both of us!
It was barely November before our home in Québec, Canada, was decked out like Santa’s grotto, with festive decs and twinkling lights.
I was leaving nothing to chance, wanting everything to be perfect for when our little miracles
