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 Cooper
My husband Leo and I used to dream up our own Christmas cards, and I still do. One year we had three black labradors in turbans in the middle of the desert. The caption was: ‘There came three wise dogs from the East, bearing bones, and being wise they ate them.’
The thing that I can dispense with at Christmas are those ghastly round-robin letters — four pages of people telling you what they have been doing during the past 12 months. That darling bird the robin should not have his name attached to such a horror.
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