There are a few festive staples that really make Christmas for me. It doesn't matter how old I get, I always expect a Christmas tree (obviously), Christmas lunch with ALL the trimmings (yes, I need a Yorkshire pudding with my turkey) and a stocking hung on the end of my bed.
I'm still yet to catch Santa sneak into my room and fill it with presents, all addressed with name labels looking suspiciously like my parents' handwriting.
I've had the same stocking on the end of my bed since I was born, but in case you're looking to spice things up this Christmas, here's some big socks for big kids.
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