My sister, who is fantastic, FaceTimed me 3 weeks ago and asked me if I would go to her place for Christmas. I said yes.
Some gin may have been involved on my side, but the invitation came from her and from my brother-in-law.
She has 3 grown-up children.
On reflection I am flattered to be invited, but I don't want to go. The last time I spent Christmas in the UK, I live in Europe, it was dreadful. No Carol Services, no decorations, no food, I raided my father's whisky bottle and found a tv carol service eventually and was then told off! Not by my lovely daddy, but by my mother.
Christmas used to be fun, but I would rather be at home at my house. Is that strange or am I being a party pooper?