Picture it. A steaming turkey, mounds of veg, boats of gravy. But something's missing…
Christmas dinner would not be the same without that familiar crack of crackers being pulled, or the paper crown perched precariously on your head proclaiming your involvement in the festivities.
It is part of the tradition, waiting patiently for your turn to deliver your perfectly bad Christmas cracker joke. We love to hate them. Or do we hate that we love them?
To prepare you for the inevitable...
