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Christmas advertising has become an arms race, as British retailers vie to win the nation’s heart over the crucial festive season. Stuart McGurk reports

CHRISTMAS 1962. Bitterly cold. Elvis was crooning on my dad’s wind-up radio. I was nine. Mum was cleaning rich folks’ houses right up to Christmas Eve because Dad was out of work. But he had a plan. M

CAROLS are playing softly, their melodies floating into the kitchen where Miranda is standing at the hob, gently stirring mulled wine. From the bubbling pot, the smell of cinnamon and clove wafts thro

RIGHT. I have come to a decision,” Mel said one weekend, as she cleared away the breakfast things. “In that case, I’m off. Bye, Mum, see you later!” “Wait, Seth. Stay exactly where you are! You have n

It was just over 100 years ago, on Christmas Eve 1925, when we first met one of the most famous bears in literature. The London Evening News featured a story called The Wrong Sort of Bees, beginning w