For the Spectator’s Christmas survey, we asked for some favourite seasonal rituals – and what to avoid at Christmas. Tim Rice ‘Once In Royal David’s City’ (all six verses, please) is the thing I love most. For a successful Christmas, avoid prosecco and prawns. Prosecco is not my favourite taste and prawns can play havoc with your stomach. Jilly
For the Spectator’s Christmas survey, we asked for some favourite seasonal rituals – and what to avoid at Christmas. Helen Lederer I enjoy the annual eating of chocolate money on Christmas Eve — it has been bought to be stuffed in the toe of each stocking — and then having to do a search of all the sweet shops
For the Spectator’s Christmas survey, we asked for some favourite seasonal rituals – and what to avoid at Christmas. Dan Snow My favourite thing is being allowed to ignore my phone and email for days on end, re-engaging with that vaguely remembered place, the now. However, avoid overindulgence the night before Christmas. The kids will wake up on the
For the Spectator’s Christmas survey, we asked for some favourite seasonal rituals – and what to avoid at Christmas. Clare Balding I love a good walk on Boxing Day followed by watching the racing at Kempton. Avoid the internet. Be present in the moment, enjoying time with family rather than being distracted by online conversations. John Rutter I
The Christmas issue of the Spectator is in the shops now, but if you don’t yet have a copy, here are the contents in full: Features In defence of Blairism – Tony Blair Michael Gove interviews the Archbishop of Canterbury James Forsyth and Fraser Nelson interview David Cameron Mark Clarke, Bercow, Sewel: 2016 was a vintage year for
‘I know it’s really silly, but it makes people laugh.’
‘For Christmas I’d like the Chilcot report.’
‘Merry Christmas from Jeremy Corbyn, leader of the opposition — at the time of posting.’
‘Now let’s see who’s been naughty and nice.’
‘Looks like following a westward-leading star isn’t going to be as simple as we thought.’
Picasso asks his models to put the decorations up
‘Sugar tax, fatso — you pay me.’
‘They’re from your Twitter followers.’
‘What am I doing here? Why, this is the North Pole!’
‘I think next year just a little more wool of bat.’
‘That’s over for another year — we’ve passed the annual stress test.’
‘As a junior shepherd, I refuse to attend the nativity at the weekend.’
‘This looks like the right place.’
