6:40am shines back at me but I couldn’t care less. Christmas is my favourite holiday and I am spending it with the people I love! I swivel around to see Craig passed out, one arm hugging his pillow the other wrapped around my waist. I carefully remove him and sneak out of bed, closing the door behind me. I've never cooked a dinner for four people let alone eleven, which is the number of people preparing themselves for food poisoning later on tonight. Craig and I prepared the Turkey last night before popping down the local with the gang for a Christmas Eve drink or two and I know roughly how long it needs to be cooked for, hence why I am up super early to make sure everything goes to plan. I want to remember this day for as long as I can; need to know it was a success and I can at least do something right, even if I can't keep Craig for myself. I preheat the oven and chuck the Turkey in. Turning the Christmas tree lights on I arrange the presents stacked under the tree.
