Half of me loves this tradition of ours.
The other half needs tranquilising medication to get through it.
Teenage Son set up two amplifiers at either end of the kitchen so that we could have Wham’s Last Christmas in perfect stereo while we worked.
That was calming. It was!
No really, it was!
Small Girl waltzed around, waving her paint-loaded brush willy-nilly, dispensing custard creams to the needy.
I poured a myself a large glass of red.
Like all the best Christmas activities,
this one ended in tears, recriminations,
and me on my knees with a cleaning rag.
It was worth it.