The sock with tangerine, nuts and a couple of tiny toys . A pillow case for gifts. Usually with the books I always asked for. Mum and Aunt preparing veg and basting the turkey. Dad and Uncle sorted the table and the open fire. Gifts for the adults (just three each) and a couple more for me stayed under the tree until lunch was prepared and clothes changed. Me with my nose firmly in a new book unless asked to help.
My Dad calling out names and handing out gifts with great ceremony, a glass of egg nog for the women, not sure what the men had, a rare lemonade for me. A long lunch. Radio on. My Dad and Uncle in charge of washing up Adults falling asleep in front of the fire leaving me to read in peace and play with the dog. Card games later, sandwiches, cake, mince pies and sausage rolls for tea. More games after tea. Sneaking a new book off to bed.
We shared Christmas with my Aunt and Uncle until I was adult, it gradually evolved, television arrived as did my cousin, ancient cars were purchased, there seemed more noise and rushing about. I’m amazed how much I remember of those very early years and how gentle, safe and cozy it all felt. .