I do not wear Christmas jumpers. But young Joshua sees it as part of the Yuletide ritual and is encouraged in this absurd habit by my mother-in-law who sends him an offering each year. It makes him and the Mrs happy so should probably be encouraged.
Jumpered up, wearing his favourite hat, sent from comrade Atwater and featuring the national symbol of the frozen socialist paradise, and his Peppa Pig boots, the lad is ready to step out for a spot of father & son wood cutting time.
