For some people, a perfect Christmas is one spent a thousand miles away from the cold, crisp winter. Their idea of Christmas is basking on a beach in the scorching sun, recharging the batteries and the Vitamin D levels with heat, relaxation and blissful contentment. My late mother-in-law was one of those people, usually jetting off around December 23rd to her favourite hotel in Fuerteventura, for a Christmas break that involved topping up the tan, eatiing fine food and drinking cocktails, with palm trees rather than Christmas trees the order of the day. This did make Rita a hard person to buy for, in the days before widespread online shopping…