Summary
WHEN I was a little girl in the Sixties, Christmas was a simple but magical time. You woke while it was still dark and there was the ever-new yet unchanging thrill of sensing that lumpy weight at the end of the bed.
The stocking probably didn't contain a lot a pack of felt pens, an annual, maybe some bubble bath and a satsuma in the toe. My sister and I particularly loved our Cadbury's selection boxes. Adult life may offer more sophisticated pleasures, but not much can beat the taste of Dairy Milk at 5.40am on Christmas morning.See the full content of this document
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All I Want Is a Simpler Style of Christmas
Downstairs, there was a big present from Father Christmas and parcels under the tree from relatives. Later, there would be a pimply turkey with awful spro...
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