Christmas is the time of year where you're always broke, parents are stressed from having to do the double act of themselves and Santa and the weather doesn't live up to our desire of a white christmas. It's the time of year where Iceland adverts are all the more annoying and tubes are all the more crowded. But when Christmas day actually comes, I can't help doing the whole believing in Santa act and not rowing with my brothers. Because it's so lovely, and so great that on someone elses birthday (Jesus) we all get presents.
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