I don’t know how to explain this feeling to someone who’s apparently DEAD INSIDE. I spin the bauble around so it catches the light from the fire. ‘Christmas is magic. It is. Can’t you feel it?’ He shrugs again. ‘It’s hard to explain. I love everything about it: the build-up, the anticipation, opening the little windows on the advent calendar.’ ‘See that’s what I don’t like,’ Thom says. ‘Loads of foreplay, and then it’s like … meh.’
