This is Peter Hitchens��� Mail on Sunday column
Some of my past Christmases have gone spectacularly wrong, from the festive point of view. In 1989, I spent Christmas Eve courageously hiding under my bed in a Bucharest hotel, as tracer bullets whizzed by my window, and the snowy city echoed to the sound of crazy gunfire.
Christmas Day wasn���t much better and when I eventually made it home I promised my family and myself that I���d try not to let that happen again. But how can you tell?
That p...
Published on December 19, 2020 14:02