Those days ended with my divorce and were swept away when we - my three children and me - set up home with Mr M.
|Look, I'm wearing my hat. Now can I eat my dinner?|
He took away the tension that we had all associated with Christmas, he made us believe in magic again and he gave us the space to laugh.
That's something we have become used to, laughter. Lots and lots of laughter. Scrap books being opened and stories remembered, but mostly of the years since Mr M came into our lives.
So that's why every Christmas is the perfect Christmas. We have Mr M and he loves us - perfect.