My mother was an atheist, but she was a Catholic atheist, so she had certain expectations. At Christmas she watched us run around in the heat like savages, chasing cricket balls, frisbees, each other. Our Christmas crackers were filled with jokes that never got old, partly because they were never new, but it’s hard to imagine Christ reading any of them out loud. Everyone wore party hats, and by 3 pm the table would be littered with empty champagne bottles.
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