
Happy Christmases are all alike; but every unhappy Christmas is unhappy in its own way. All the good ones are the stuff of M&S ads. And the bad ones? All kinds of mess. I should know — I’ve endured some crappy Christmases.
A lethal cacophony of lights, hope, family and alcohol, the festive season inevitably walks a precarious line between magic and chaos. It’s always threatening to descend into a fight, a proposal or a breakdown.