What are you doing for Christmas?

"It's the most horrible time of the year" I sing this every year. Lol. Christmas is the worst. A horrible nightmare that lasts too long and gets too much hype.

I saw in a shop today they're already selling Christmas sweets, calendars and I saw an advert on TV and it's not even been Halloween yet! But it begs the question...

What are you doing this Christmas?

Undoubtedly I'll have family over. The lights will be too bright. I'll be forced to socialise. And I'll have to go to the Christmas work party. December is a long old month. I hate it. Please someone shoot me with a sleeping dart and let me sleep through it.

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  • For well over a decade, it became the tradition that my son and I would travel approximately 75 miles with my parents, to spend Christmas Day with members of my mother's family. It was the only time I got to see them, and I mostly enjoyed it because the atmosphere was relaxed. 

    My aunt (who hosted) has always owned dogs, and I sort of took on the role of helping to keep them out of the kitchen whilst everyone else pitched in with the cooking. It was a role I thoroughly enjoyed. The dogs were always super-excited and friendly, and I loved lavishing them with my attention and enabling them to burn off some energy before we all sat down to eat.

    Since my dad died a few years ago, my son and I have spent Christmas Day at home (just the two of us). It's very quiet and sometimes a bit TOO quiet for my liking, but we find it considerably less stress-inducing than attempting to spend the day with my mother.

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  • For well over a decade, it became the tradition that my son and I would travel approximately 75 miles with my parents, to spend Christmas Day with members of my mother's family. It was the only time I got to see them, and I mostly enjoyed it because the atmosphere was relaxed. 

    My aunt (who hosted) has always owned dogs, and I sort of took on the role of helping to keep them out of the kitchen whilst everyone else pitched in with the cooking. It was a role I thoroughly enjoyed. The dogs were always super-excited and friendly, and I loved lavishing them with my attention and enabling them to burn off some energy before we all sat down to eat.

    Since my dad died a few years ago, my son and I have spent Christmas Day at home (just the two of us). It's very quiet and sometimes a bit TOO quiet for my liking, but we find it considerably less stress-inducing than attempting to spend the day with my mother.

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