One of the worst. times of year for being pulled in 5 different directions. I am nearly ashamed To say last year I didn't invite dad/ go to his house. On the day he didn t even realise it was Christmas.
This year haven't even discussed it with DH yet. But last time dad came, DH was cleaning faeces from weird places. So I strongly suspect he'd rather it was just me, him and kids. I'm thinking of doing same this year, but stocking up dad and bros fridge in advance and going there on 27 th and taking dad home with me, via a concert at st martin's whjch is right next to the train station, and I know he'd love that.