We spent Christmas on our own this year: just the four of us, though Grandma and Grandpa did make an impromptu visit for New Year (or, more accurately, for helping me get the stump of the tree cut out). It was a lovely time: we took things easily and kept it simple. Christmas day itself was very rewarding. We had a stocking each — the girls had fun helping to secretly choose the things for Mum and Dad’s stockings — and brought these upstairs in the morning and opened them in bed. Then we went downstairs for a traditional ham and egg breakfast and immediately went out for a walk along the river. It was a lovely clear morning (though a little cold).
Back home to get the lunch started (kept simple: roast chicken, roast and mashed spuds, sprouts, gravy, devils on horseback) and have drinks and snacks while opening pressies. Then lunch. Then, er, other stuff. Probably.