Mummy is usually quite fraught on Christmas morning regardless.
We are sore because at bedtime someone announced the only thing they want from Father Christmas is the single £5 toy they have never mentioned before and nothing else and that sets the evening's precedence.
Mummy and Daddy usually started bickering at 10:30 as they attempted to located the 'big present' we have kept hidden since November. Daddy then proceeds to wrap too loudly as Mummy does her best to carry down the hidden hoard outside two bedroom doors.
Mummy usually drops presents on the way down which seem to echo around the house.
The rest of the night is spent with a bottle of wine telling one another to 'shush' loudly as we strain our ears for the sound of someone venturing for the toilet.
Daddy starts prepping veg at midnight as Mummy rearranges the presents and tree for the eighth time that night. We eventually head to bed at 1am only to be woken less than four hours later. The next two hours are staggered with - 'go back to bed', 'it's still bedtime', 'OK, one present from your stocking' before we are finally bullied from our pits.
By 9:00 the house is a bomb site, Mummy is mildly hungover, the turkey is finally in and somehow it's only an hour until Nana is arriving. We must wrangle to get ready.
Everyone's eaten too much sugar, no one likes the outfits Mummy has picked and by this point Mummy just lets Spiderman come to Christmas dinner. Nana informs Mummy the turkey is drier than last year and is horrified when she learns her son has cooked it. Mummy looks at Daddy who cannot wait until next year when it's Uncle X's turn to have Nana. Auntie Y arrives in the afternoon like a sanctified cherub and engages both Nana and the children with her own offspring. Auntie Y helps empty the dishwasher for the third time and Mummy and Daddy want to hug her. They do.
By bedtime everyone is saying this has been the best Christmas ever, but Mummy promises Daddy we won't do it again next year and we will instead get a takeaway or go away.
Mummy lies. Next year would be exactly the same and if Mummy were telling the truth, she wouldn't have it any other way. Except for Nana.
An unexpected house guest who was due at 11:30 only to arrive at 10:00 would have long pushed said Mummy over the edge.