
There’s something undeniably joyful about eating chocolate before breakfast under the flimsy pretext of tradition.
It’s a small act of festive rebellion, usually carried out half-asleep and in pyjamas, and I, for one, fully endorse it.

There’s something undeniably joyful about eating chocolate before breakfast under the flimsy pretext of tradition.
It’s a small act of festive rebellion, usually carried out half-asleep and in pyjamas, and I, for one, fully endorse it.