This is another guest post by Dorothy Donald.
Winter festivals are magical for everyone, aren’t they?
Whether you’re a cowering 10-year-old trying to make yourself as small and quiet
as possible in the hope that your drunk, violent father won’t notice you; or a
furious 16-year-old fighting again with your drunk, violent stepfather; or a
lonely twentysomething binge-watching films alone under a blanket of depression;
or an accomplished, happily single, social-butterfly thirtysomething having a
lovely time with friends and not thinking about that old stuff at all because
you’ve had ample time to get over it, really…
Oh yes. Christmas has always been magical for me.
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