As Mum, Elliott and Darcie continue to talk over the logistics of their impromptu holiday, whilst mum systematically doles out more gifts to us all, I turn my attention back to my first gift that is still sitting on my lap. Feeling it, it’s definitely not a gift certificate for a weekend away, though that might still be on the cards because who knows what else my mother has in that pile under her tree.
Pulling away the wrapping paper, I lift out . . . the ugliest Christmas jumper I have ever seen in my life. It’s navy blue with two male reindeers' standing in the snow, one mounted behind the other with the words, ‘Jingle my f*cking bells!’ underneath. There are pom poms sewn to it that I assume are supposed to look like snowballs, and a naked Santa Claus is skiing in the background.
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