Why I prefer my Christmas sober

One of my worst Christmases was a few years ago when I woke up on Christmas Day morning feeling awful. I had got drunk the night before — I can’t remember now where I’d been or what I’d been doing but I can remember waking up with stale alcohol emanating from every pore, a disgusting taste in my mouth and a sense of dread that I had to go to my mum and dad’s and face all the family.