Our columnist fondly recalls her childhood Christmases – apart from the time the milk ran out!

HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”

Like all children, our columnist worked herself into a frenzy in the run-up to Christmas day!

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Sarah looked down at her shopping list again, frowning. Why on earth had she been so pig-headed? Her parents had offered to do Christmas. So had John’s. But no. She’d insisted: since this was their fi