It's my life: Tric Kearney

JUST as well Christmas only comes once a year for I am exhausted, writes Tric Kearney. 

Sitting here today, breathing in that unique scent of Christmas tree and cinnamon candles, I am relishing the relaxation. This is my favourite part of Christmas, where it is perfectly acceptable to sit down at 11am to watch an old movie on television, still wearing pyjamas and slyly eating sweets.

Despite living a rather hectic life, I believe I was born to be a kept woman. Others may insist they would be bored, but each Christmas, as I rarely bother to dress and enjoy eating two-day old dinner, I am more convinced than ever that this is the life for me.