When we were children it was tradition in my family every winter to for everyone to pile into our little car and get driven into the centre of London to see the Christmas lights. My dad was quite religious and quite strict about not celebration Christmas, but even he thought it was a nice thing to do. The sheer number of us in that car (five adults with kids in everyone's laps would be illegal now and probably people would think seeing the lights isn't very exciting. But for some reason I still enjoy it. My husband got us all into the car one evening and drove us into town to drive around the Oxford Street area.
The kids loved it and all five fell asleep in the car. We had a long drive home with the two of us enjoying each others company, chatting and enjoying our rare quiet time.
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