Linda Rawson, 63, from Skillington, Lincolnshire
Making my way into the kids’ 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 65, 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 early hours of the morning.
Only, then our eldest Gavin came leaping into the bedroom in his Superman PJs.
With Selina, now 41, Tara, now 39, and Gareth, now 36, following closely behind.
‘Please can we open our presents?’ Gavin begged.
‘Course you can,’ me and Kevin laughed, as they climbed into bed.
And that’s how Christmas would pan out in our house.
A morning spent opening gifts, before getting dressed up to enjoy a festive feast with all the trimmings.
Obsessed with all things and , Gavin loved Christmas and we’d give him something superhero related
