‘I’ve celebrated Christmas every day for 30 years – Queen Camilla is my biggest fan’

Man eats 6000th Christmas dinner

Christmas is a busy time for many of us, with meals to plan, presents to buy and wrap, and decorations to put up. The holiday can be exhausting. So spare a thought for Andy Park, who has celebrated Christmas every single day for the past 31 years.

Andy, known internationally as “Mr Christmas” for his devotion to the festive season, has become such a holiday icon that even presidents and royals know his name. He exclusively told the Daily Express that Queen Camilla had proudly declared that she knew him after the subject of “Mr Christmas” came up at a royal reception.

He explains that Donald Trump is the next celebrity that he wants to invite to Christmas dinner. “He’d be funny, he’d have some amazing ideas,” Andy says.

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Joey Essex is just one of Andy’s many celebrity guests (Image: Andy Park)

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Word of Andy’s incredible exploits has apprently reached the ears of America’s next president. “I’m in touch with Camilla Parker-Bowles,” Andy claims. “She’s very local to me now.

“She often talks about me, and she did say that it was mentioned, when Donald Trump met [the late Queen Elizabeth II]. They were talking about me, and [Camilla] put her hand up and said ‘I know the guy!’”

Andy cooks a full Christmas diner every day, and toasts the season with a bottle of Champagne. He explains that he finances his unique lifestyle by working as an electrician: “I work on domestic appliances, refurbish them and sell them on.”

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