I had eight brothers and sisters. Every Christmas my younger brother Bobby would wake up extra early and open everybody's presents – everybody's – so by the time the rest of us got up all the gifts were shredded ribbons off torn open and thrown aside.
It's hard and sometimes it's scary. It still amazes my mother. I went home for Christmas one year and there were fans all over the front lawn hoping to see me.
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Christmas is taken very seriously in this household. I believe in Father Christmas and there's no way I'd do anything to undermine that belief.
