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.
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?
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        Published on December 19, 2020 14:02