We love turkey. We buy the biggest one possible and eat leftover turkey for days. It’s beautiful. And sprouts. Boiled to within an inch of their life, so there’s no hint of any nutritional value. I often have a big bowl of them, then fry the rest up with bubble and squeak. They’re beautiful and I can’t think why I used to hate them as a child. And we usually have a couple of puddings to choose from, but nothing tastes better than a bit of Vienetta.
Also, I don’t really understand why people think they’ll have a boring day if they don’t spend it with every relative they’ve ever met. Our families are pretty brilliant really but our very best Christmases are when it’s just DH and I.
Those excessively tacky bows people put on their front door I don’t necessarily think they’re tacky (just not my cup of tea) but I do feel sorry for the poor post people who have to wangle your mail through an assault course just to get it through your letterbox. They must curse those people.
I do really dislike blue lights though. They remind me of police and ambulance lights. Nothing says Christmas quite like the emergency services.