Yep! PJ all day here! Like fuck am I spending all of Christmas Day wearing normal clothes. 😂
In all seriousness, we live part of the time in Norway (DH is Norwegian), and Christmas Eve is the big shin-dig there. So we have loads of guests and it's huge and lovely but very tiring. The next day, we do British Christmas. Up early, open the presents with the kids over a brew and maybe a little glass of fizz (not for the kids, obviously), then we get a shower and put on fresh PJ's.
MIL comes around for a buffet (I gave up cooking a roast, I'd rather play with the kids and so would DH), and she even brings her own! 😂 Love it.
When I was a kid, we'd get new clothes and wear them for a bit but it always felt a bit like a waste because we didn't see anyone! So we stopped that by the time I was mid teens.
Sod trusting myself up in proper clothes when I'm down on the floor building lego towers, chasing after kids and tickling them, stuffing myself with pasties and pastries and cheese!