We are anti-social at Christmas. Christmas Day is "our" day, to just chill and do whatever the fuck we like.
I usually get up reasonably early, 7-8 is, drink tea, eat toast.
Remove gammon and turkey from the fridge so they're at room temperature when I want to start cooking.
Might then peel spuds, might just sit on my arse and read until DP gets up.
Around 10-11, DP will be up and we'll take the dog out for an hour or so. When we get back, we'll start cooking. This is the cue for the first G&T of the day.
He'll make stuffing and put the bird in while I put the gammon on. One will do pigs in blankets while the other preps the veg.
We take the whole thing at a very leisurely pace, opening a present or two, having a drink, a sit down and chat, some olives or whatever as and when we feel like it. About an hour from TDT (Turkey Done Time), I'll put the roasties and parsnips in the oven.
When the meats are done, and the turkey is resting, we open a nice cold bottle of fizz and drink it while we're finishing off the meal.
DP will make gravy (he is the King of Gravy, I defy anyone to make better gravy than my DP) while I do the rest of the veg.
I'll set the table and light the candles, he'll open the wine. I'll slice the gammon while he carves the turkey, we dish up together and sit down and eat. It's usually gone 4pm by then.
We might have pudding soon after, but generally are too full and leave it a couple of hours. Then we spend the evening in front of the telly, which generally involves a fair degree of snoring and farting. And eating chocs and having the occasional glass of something.
Around 9pm, DP will make himself a turkey sandwich, I'm always too stuffed to want anything else to eat.
It's all very laid back, just the way we like it.