Cary Ebdy, 27, from Thanet, Kent
Stepping inside my mum’s flat, my eyes lit up in awe.
‘It’s like Santa’s grotto,’ I laughed to her.
‘Well, if you can’t go crazy at Christmas, when can you?’ my mum Diane, then 59, smiled.
Always choosing the biggest, fattest tree she could find at the garden centre, she’d even whip out a measuring tape to make sure it was just right. Bringing it home and putting it up proudly, she decked it out in red, gold and green – and no one else was allowed to touch it but her!
I’d come home to Margate for Christmas, to spend the big day with Mum and my siblings, nieces and nephews, as well as my nan.
Christmas was always a big traditional family…