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My dad is one of 12 children, so growing up there would be about 50 people for Christmas. Back in those days, we’d be at our grandparents’ hotel in Northamptonshire. The adults would get drunk, sing, have fun. Our grandpa would dress up as Father Christmas, and the children and teenagers would queue up to get presents. Of course, we knew the presents were from our parents. I think even when I believed in Father Christmas, I knew that it was grandpa pretending. Two years ago, we stayed [at home]…
about 2 years ago