The best advice I was ever given was that Christmas is a Season, not one day. Our arrangements were complicated because DH played in a dance band, which meant that he was 'working' Christmas Eve, Christmas lunch, Christmas dinner, same again on boxing day and repeat at New Year. My Father was a shift worker so big family dinners could be at lunch time, tea time, evening, or whenever to suit him. My parents were happy to get together at some point over the season but MIL made a fuss every Christmas and expect her son to collect and return her and Grandpa (they didn't drive) for dinner at our house every Christmas Day. Managed to fall out and spoil every single Christmas.
Where did you want to move to when you were growing up?


