I was a bah humbug gran until a couple of years ago, when I was rushed into hospital losing a lot of blood just before Christmas. After some exploratory surgery, I was allowed to go home, and we spent a few days on a magical trip to Lapland with our 4 year-old granddaughter. It was the most fun I've had in years. After Christmas I was back in hospital, where they found I had a bowel tumour, which fortunately turned out to be benign, but I woke up with a temporary colostomy bag. A few months later I was recalled after a routine mammogram, and had to have biopsies to remove specks of calcium. So now I just feel glad to be here at Christmas. I've got the Christmas jumper, and I'm off to buy some flashing Christmas tree earrings. I just don't care any more!