It's just like every year. This afternoon I was rushing around buying last-minute food and stocking fillers, we haven't invited anyone round, I'm unlikely to have done all the washing up and vacuuming by the close of play tonight so we can start the day with a "clean slate".
I dream of garlands of greenery on the banisters, the scent of mulled wine and a house full of visitors. But I'm just not organised enough.
It's just the immediate family here on Christmas Day and always has been, we have no tradition of getting together with either set of parents (we see them at other times of year). So in a way I'm not letting anyone down, as this is exactly what they've all come to expect, but I'm letting my own imagination down by not somehow making it just like Christmas in a feelgood film/Dickensian novel.
This time next year DS1 could well have moved out, though I'd like to think he'll still come to see us over Christmas. Right now I'm thinking, "If I start planning now, could I surprise him with the best Christmas ever?" But can a leopard ever change its spots?