My late wife loved Christmas. There was a military set of manoeuvres to get downstairs all the hundreds of pieces (yes,100s) of Christmas paraphernalia down from the loft to decorate a three story townhouse. Smoking Santas, Three Wise Men, Away in a Manger recreations, Dachshund baubles, Tory Cabinet Minister Baubles, 120 Tory MP baubles, lights, lights, lights, lights, three trees….Jeez, the very thought of it again. All I could see with all this festive stuff on the floor waiting to be assembled with the rigmarole of having to put all of it away again on Twelfth Night. My partner still does the Tree and all the decorations in her house. All I do is have a knitted tiny tree she made for me, and set aside a fifth of the front window ledge for ‘ALL’ my three cards…