For many years, Christmas meant church – and I found church was quite boring. Despite this, I often found myself playing an integral role in the liturgy, which only made things worse. One year, it was my job to carry a candle around after the visiting preacher. He read the Gospel with a lisp to rival Pontius Pilate in The Life of Brian. I descended into Pythonesque giggles. People noticed. And the memory has remained. I have happier memories, though. For instance: I'm childishly proud of my handmade Christmas cards, which I've made for friends and family since I was 10 or 12.
Next week we are running a Christmas-stories themed issue of G2. I will be boring you with my favourite Christmas card, sandwiched between lots of other Christmas memories and pictures from your favourite G2 writers, as well as some Yule-loving celebs. But that's not all. We want your input too.
Post your stories of your best and worst Christmas memories below, whether they are disastrous, hilarious or moving
Update: Thank you very much for all of your brilliant contributions. A selection of the best stories are now online, along with memories shared by celebrities and G2 writers
