So MY chritsmas Eve traditionally goes something like;
Spend Day with DS, probably a visit to the cinema. home and we have a christmassy themed tea and then we open the Christmas Eve Box. Said box contains a new DVD, and PJs for both DS and me and usually a bag of sweets for during our film and marshmallows for the hot chocolates.
Before bed DS puts out a G&T and Cheese and biscuits for Father Christmas and an Apple for the reindeer (managed to convince DS at an early age that they'd be bored of the milk, mince pies and carrots
) we read The night before Christmas and then DS hangs his stocking at the end of his bed.
After DS is in bed I polish off the
cheese and apple while wrapping presents. A few gins later at around midnight I will run out of sellotape and having popped next door to get neighbour to watch DS I dash across the village in my PJs to my sisters to borrow some more tape. I may or may not stick around for another G&T with her and some cheese footballs while DB-in-law tuts at us about disgusting processed cheese flavour that has never seen cheese
On my return to the house I pay off next door neighbour with a G&T and some homebaked goods, then finish wrapping gifts. Towards the end at around 1am I will realise that I've forgotten to put gift tags on things and will have to go through the pile doing so, before realising that I cannot tell the difference between the now wrapped books/dvds/other uniformly shaped gifts intending for different recipients. As it is now 2am I take a guess and head upstairs.
Just after I get into bed I will remember the bloody stocking. I will spend the next 10 minutes doing a stealth ninja dance into DS's room to fetch his stocking, the following 5 minutes filling it with his stocking gifts, and then another 15 minutes trying to sneak the damn thing back into his room without waking him.
I traditionally fall into bed at around 2:30am whilst promising I will be more organised next year. 