I usually spend Christmas just me and DDs, then swan off to a fellow single mother friend who hosts adults only Christmas Day Evenings (and they are glorious) when ExH has picked them up.
But I’m having a break from the norm this year. ExPILs are away, ExH currently has no working kitchen (builders
), teen DDs are fed up of having their Christmas Day rushed/chopped in half, we’ve been divorced a looooong time and it genuinely wasn’t a horrible split.
So ExH arrived here today, along with his big, stupid, fluffy, well trained, fucking adorable and I want her dog. I promptly handed him the Hoover and the instructions for the steam mop, and stole the dog for a long ramble around the village and along some trails I’ve been saving to ramble with her 
He’s always hosted by his parents or his sister so I don’t think he actually has a clue how much actually goes into Christmas Eve/Day, but he’s gonna learn this year.
My Dad attempted to send me a Christmas card, via my elderly Grandparents (I moved areas last year and haven’t given him my address).
We fell out (a long time coming) in Summer 2020 when his current wife launched into yet another drunken tirade at me (having not visited their home for c.4 years due to this sort of behaviour) and it was just the final straw.
He hasn’t even sent his only GDs so much as a fucking birthday card since but chooses this year to send me a Christmas card. I told GPs I was far too busy to drive a 2hr 30min round trip to pick up a card but that I would collect it at my planned visit to them in mid January. It’ll be going straight in the bin, unopened.
He’s always been a shit, disengaged, disinterested father with a string of increasingly vile wives and I’ve always made excuses for him.
Hopefully that’s all the drama I will get because I had a childhood full of it at Christmas thanks to him.