Rebecca Hemming, 46, Droitwich Spa
Squishing into the sofa next to my siblings, I cradled a mug of hot choc as our nan Ellen flicked on the telly.
‘Ready?’ she grinned, as we snuggled up to watch It's a Wonderful Life.
It was Christmas Eve 1985, I was 8, and Nan's house was my favourite place to be.
She looked after us when my parents Jacqueline, then 27, and Kerry, 26, worked.
At 5ft tall, Nan was tiny but full of fun. And love.
This year, just like every Christmas Eve, she'd let me and my sisters Tania, then 7, and Samantha, 5,
