First of all
for all those who had Xmas' which were filled with abuse and trauma from the very adults who were supposed to love them.
When I was 12, my five year old brother vomited in his bed on Xmas eve. My Mum was asleep and my Dad was passed out pissed.
I changed his pjs and bed sheets, got him a bucket and settled him back to sleep.
Xmas was spent with my parents rowing and Boxing Day my Mum punished us by making us do housework all day.
Another Xmas, my younger sister was chopping veg when my Mum grabbed her by the throat. My younger sister tried to stab my Mum and my older sister wrestled the knife off her and then wrestled my Mum off my sister.
Another NY eve, I was 10 and left to babysit my two younger siblings over night. We were left a lot when my parents went up to London and stayed at a hotel. They also went abroad for 3/4 night mini breaks roughly once a month. Sometimes she didn't leave enough food for us.
Rather amazingly, this will be my very first Xmas (I'm 48) without her. I went no contact three months ago and have blocked her, am about to move house and change my name.
It will just be me, my lovely, kind husband and three beautiful, funny kids.
Even though I will never be rid of the scars of abuse, I am safe and free. Happy Xmas to me 