I think when bond is on the tellybox and youre too full to move, chocolates floating around the room, you know you shouldn’t but you do “because its Christmas” and a nice glass of whiskey/bourbon in your hand that to me is the ultimate, at this point i wish i could add a log burner but i cant be arsed lining my chimney so my gas fire will have to do ; ), unlike a lot of you stw users who all seem to have one !!!

Nativity.
The Church.
Carol singing.

Santa emptying his sack at the end of your bed.

Jesus, what have i started ; / and the jesus pun…. Ahhhhh i give up lol.

The feeling that “thank **** it’s over for another year”

That feeling when you’ve got someone a brilliant gift and you are really excited about seeing their face when they open it.

^^^ wot he said.

+1 to mightymule

Working on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day.

Bah humbug etc.

Getting a celebration box as a present so you can eat it for meals til xmas dinner at about 6pm.
Shloer to drink with your xmas meal.
Chocolate money.
Getting a whole new outfit to wear on the day.
Going outside in ridiculous weather just to muck about with new toys.

Brilliant, love the chocolate box, and the abusive grandparents sat in the corner giving u shit because your £30 pudding isnt as good as their day!!!!

Turkey and stuffing sandwiches less than two hours after announcing you couldn’t eat another mouthful.

Followed by falling asleep two minutes into the only half decent thing to be on telly all Christmas.

For me Christmas eve with my wife and kids. Best night of the year

Snow.

Crushing disappointment.

not in work, excited kids, food, boozing, the build-up

Christmas Eve and a few shandies with mates…

Christmas Day – getting up early with excited daughter (and equally excited wife), brass band, mulled wine, pub, dinner, Christmas films…

Boxing Day – usually extended family, but this year, just wife, daughter and maybe friends – bliss…

The whole thing – relaxation, family time, tradition and merriment – I bloody love it!

Turkey and stuffing sandwiches less than two hours after announcing you couldn’t eat another mouthful.

Followed by falling asleep two minutes into the only half decent thing to be on telly all Christmas.

Hit the nail on the head there.

Like the Artist, I bloody love it.I can’t believe how lucky I am. 🙂

Hanging out with the family with f-all to do except watch films and eat goodies. Magic.

Christmas mass at my local cathedral – reminds me why we have Christmas.

Christmas mass at my local cathedral – reminds me why we have Christmas.
🙂

That’s not why we have Christmas. The more you look at it, the more you realise it’s just the Pagan midwinter festival with a pretty thin layer of Christianity on the top 🙂

pigs in blankets……

Quality street/Roses etc, mini sausage rolls, cheesecake, talking random crap with the family: we are normally a fairly reserved bunch, so it’s cool to see everyone relax and open up a bit after some champers.

Agree with many of the above and would add turning up to midnight mass at midnight and a little tipsy, for about five years on the trot, before realising midnight mass doesn’t start at midnight it starts at some earlier time in the evening.

molegrips – no hope then

Cheese

Getting a whole new outfit to wear on the day.

wearing all the items of clothing that you’ve unwrapped together even if they doesn’t strictly add up to an ‘outfit’

wearing all the items of clothing that you’ve unwrapped together even if they doesn’t strictly add up to an ‘outfit’

Five pairs of boxer shorts and a comedy tie?

Christmas is truly here when the local news reports a burglary that has left a family presentless and looking suitably glum, to be followed a week later with the tale and pictures of a local retail establishment giving them the ‘best Christmas they’ve ever had’

Pigs in blankets for sure.

And sprouts, I do like sprouts.

The rest is just an agonising orgy of consumerism mixed in with a rancid pretence of family values as a collection of repugnant, snot-nosed children who you are barely related to, stick their hand out and expect something worth 30 quid from you instead of the scarf you knitted for them.

Well it used to be waking up to the sight of a full stocking at the end of the bed..

Then it was going round to my Nan’s house where my Auntie Jenny would ply all the kids with Babycham (‘course it’s for kids, the clue’s in the name aha ha ha ah ha) and then getting them to dance a Jive competition before the turkey and tha’

When the traditional gathering shifted to my Auntie Kathleen’s house, it wasn’t really Xmas til me and my little brother had snuck off after dinner down to the 24 hour hour international deli to buy a litre of Mescal..

Now I suppose it’s the kids waking up, and us all giving and receiving gifts together as a family.. and being surprised by how happy and contented it all makes us..

As said above, I just enjoy the whole shebang, everything from the hustle and bustle of shopping when the shops are heaving (noticeably quieter this year where I’ve been), the anticipation, putting the decorations and lights up, cheesey songs, family time, classic British comedy and old films, the over indulgence with food and drink and knickers to those that don’t/won’t enjoy it 😀

I’m off to a Muslim country so it may be a bit different this year……and sunny!

Nativity. No
The Church. No
Carol singing.. And No

Daughter’s primary school tried all that sh!t for their Xmas show. Utterly flipping unacceptable. LIVID

To answer the OP…

Kids,

Nice walk after the meal

Oh

And
BURNING A FAGGOT ON CHRISTMAS EVE!