Waiting here for DH to return from Heathrow where he is fetching our DD3, her husband and baby, i have enjoyed reading through this thread.
Our past Christmases were similar to many described here: last minute wrapping of presents, waiting for 4 kids to fall asleep so we could fill the homemade stockings with their initials engraved on the front, remembering to eat up the mince pie, drink the sherry, and crunch on the carrot for Rudolph left for Santa , so as not to raise suspicion from our offspring.Reading The Night Before Christmas" was a ritual, now repeated by our children with their children,
Four children at the foot of our bed with their stockings on Christmas morning convinced us to trade in our original 4ft6 to a Kingsize once No 4 was past the baby stage.
I do miss those times, but I am content to move on, let our children now develop their own family memories and share these when we can.