Until I was 43, my family, my husband and I spent every Christmas Day with my parents. My mum was an amazing cook. We had the best Christmas dinner. We literally left home an hour away and it was all done when we got there. Their home was festive and so welcoming. We didn't have to lift a finger because my mum did it all - she wouldn't have it any other way. Santa came to our house and also to my parents' house!! Even though sometimes our offspring preferred the boxes! Closest family for Christmas dinner and some wider family in the evening. Sitting around an open fire chewing the fat! A 'doggy bag' sent home so we could entertain the ILs on Boxing Day!
It's been nearly 20 years, how the hell did that happen! - and I still miss it so much! I've hopefully tried to replicate it for my kids but family members haven't been that close since my mum died.
One of my friends lost her mum this month and I feel so bad for her!
Anyone else?