I'm not a particularly gifted baker but since my kids were little I've managed to master a handful of cakes/desserts of which three are now Christmas regulars in our house. My mum died suddenly about 12 months ago and so Christmas was a bit muted - on boxing day we went back to my home town to see some of the family and to start clearing my mum's house. I did actually do my Christmas desserts but one we had a bit of on Christmas day and then had to bin, the other stayed in the freezer till the first week in January.
I was looking forward to doing a proper Christmas this year including baking, then last night we're all watching GBBO over dinner and my husband says "that's what we could do between Christmas and New year, I could try out some cake recipes. We never do any baking" And I was like, well, I do and my 11yo DD goes "oh yeah, the pavlova and the yule log, like every year" and like, she's only 11, and I've often joked about my tiny baking repertoire so she's only repeating what I've said myself but I was caught off guard and it really hurt. Not even what she said so much, but the fact that my husband didn't even think about the fact that I bake two bloody desserts every year for Christmas on top of all the other organising- it's not even Christmas martyrdom, we live in rural Germany and the supermarkets are all totally basic, if I had an M&S or a Tesco nearby our family tradition would have been a shop bought trifle! I wasn't even a big Christmas fan before I had kids, I had a difficult childhood and Christmas was pretty miserable in our house so I went the other way with my own kids, trying to invent traditions and get really into it and stuff. I guess all that has more or less served its purpose you could say, the kids have some good memories and if it's going to be a bit less poncetastic in the next few years I could definitely use the break, but it just is a bit sad. I don't know.