So what will this Christmas be remembered for in my mind? It won’t be the contribution towards the DVD player from my family, it won’t be all my stepfather’s family coming around for Christmas lunch. It will be remembered by me for my mother finding the first photograph of my father that I have ever seen. This is the first time I’ve seen what he looks like since I was about four. And truly he was a beardy-weirdy bloke if ever I saw one. I think I was expecting something slightly … different..