Sackerson's Prose Prize goes to Liz Jones in today's Mail on Sunday:
Like everything vaguely pleasurable these days – holidays, sofas – Christmas has been so super-hyped that the real thing is bound to disappoint. Isn’t Christmas Day always a bit of a let-down? I far prefer the promise of Christmas Eve, the twinkly equivalent of foreplay.
I am half-suppressing a mental image of tiny lights, um, ...
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