It's just DH and me now.
We haven't "done Christmas" for about 6 years.
No cards, no gifts, no decs, no tree.
I love a 6 foot tree sparking with fairy lights and baubles and would usually do that just because I like the look of it but there's no space to do it at the moment, maybe next year.
I'd be lying if I said it began as anything other than restricted budget but we had plenty of money last Christmas and didn't go back to the splurge mentality Yule celebrations of old.
This year's brief nod to Christmas consists of the purchase of 2 x £2.50 Bernard Matthews turkey breast roasts, 2 x £2 frozen black forest gateaus, 2 x 85p packets of Green's cheesecake mix with some tinned mandarins and peaches for topping, 1 bag of frozen sprouts, 2 x 79p boxes of mince pies, 2 extra boxes of £1.20 Sainsbury's gold 80 tea bags and a few normal packets of biscuits for DH.
We don't buy alcohol at all. Sometimes DH will get a gift of a bottle of whiskey or JD from a work colleague and we might have one or two drinks out of it but that's it.
The rest is normal weekly shopping with plenty of fresh veg and the ingredients to bake bread and very simple cakes like steamed sponge pudding.
I know that sounds awful, especially the turkey breast roast. I love a full fresh turkey but what would we do with all that meat before it went off. DH won't eat turkey left overs past the day it's cooked because he nearly died from food poisoning caused by poorly stored cooked turkey when he was a teen and I just don't have the ability to eat a massive amount of anything as my appetite is not great these days due to various health problems.
We are not miserable bastards, honestly.
We tend to watch some films, talk, listen to music, play a few board games, drink lots of tea, cuddle on the bed a lot (I said cuddle people, get your mind out of the gutter...
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There is a fair amount of pissing about and laughter. I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time at Christmas chasing him round trying to slap his arse or tweak his nips because it makes him giggle like a schoolgirl which makes me laugh my head off.
It feels more like Christmas somehow.