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My perfect Christmas day would be 12 years old — something as simple as my mum and older sisters cooking up a feast from morning. Pottering in and out from time to time to check on me and my brother, for their benefit more than ours, we watched the rocky movies. Half-heartedly, we offered a hand in the kitchen, knowing full well we would get laughed at. All the while, classic Christmas music is playing in the background, then hours later the shout would come from mum ''dinner's ready'' and we'd all meet up and chow down… The last family Christmas!

Alex
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