M&S Christmas biscuits are the alcoholic uncle of the snack world. They show up, make a mess, cost a fortune, and leave you with a warm glow and a headache the next morning.
But you can’t imagine the holiday without them. They anchor your December. They are the ritual. The crumbly, buttery, slightly-too-expensive anchor.
So go on. Buy the big tin. Hide it from the family. Eat three in the car. You’ve earned it. Merry Christmas.
