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In my day, Christmas wasn’t just about shiny garden furniture – it was about huddling around evergreen plants and the warmth of small fires whilst gorging on meat in order to survive the long, harsh winter. We didn’t buy each other handbags and trainers – in my day we walked 20 miles in the snow just to get to our shoes. In my day, a Christmas present was about expressing love for your families who may not endure the darkest days of the year. And in my day, Christmas adverts really meant something.
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