It might sound very unfestivey (is that even a word?) but as soon as 26 December rolls around each year, I’m just as excited as a kid before Christmas — except all I want to do is pull the tree down. And make lists.
It might sound very unfestivey (is that even a word?) but as soon as 26 December rolls around each year, I’m just as excited as a kid before Christmas — except all I want to do is pull the tree down. And make lists.