Louise Greenbank, 48, from Uddingston, Glasgow
Buckling everyone into the car, as Christmas Eve was in full swing, there was somewhere important that we needed to be as a family.
With the smell of their famous chips and the glow of the golden arches, Christmas Eve meant one thing in our household – our annual McDonald’s dinner tradition.
And after munching on our order in store, me and my husband Aaron, now 50, and our kids Morrin, now 15, Farrah, now 12, and Pearce, now nine, would go home to hot chocolates, present filled boxes and matching PJ sets.
Snapping a picture of the kids in front of the Christmas tree before going to Mass, year after year, starting ever since Morrin was just a baby herself, I’d then make a calendar with the photos.
Seeing the progression and the range of festive fits was magical – something that really made Christmas
