Christmas at Leo’s does exactly what it says on the cover, it tells the tale of Christmas at Leo’s.

I wasn’t looking forward to spending Christmas as part of a house party at Leo’s place to begin with. The booze ban by my boyfriends had taken the lustre right off the party season for me.

What’s Christmas without a flagon of ale or a classy glass of fancy fizz? Boring!

A visit to my mother, on the day before Christmas Eve, did nothing to lift my mood. It triggered a welter of memories and emotions that made Christmas seem even less appealing.

Stuff the season of goodwill.

I just wanted to be left alone to brood. I wasn’t given the choice. I was spending Christmas at Leo’s whether I liked it or not. It proved to be eventful in its own way. Details within.

Gillibran Brown