Every year it happens. I pop out to watch the footy and come home to find that my wife Rox has turned our living room into the North Pole. The kitchen is basically gift-wrapped. One minute it’s November, t he next minute every room in the entire house looks like Santa’s grotto.

Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE CHRISTMAS. I’m the bloke who’s worn a sausage roll suit on national TV for five Decembers in a row, so I’m not exactly The Grinch. But even I think there should be some sort of rule about when the festive madness begins.

I think there’s something to be said for a gradual build-up, you know? Christmas has lights, patterns, bold colours and garish decorations, all things you wouldn’t usually see us being happy to put up in our home. So sometimes it can be a little overstimulating if

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