My perfect Christmas would not start too early. 7am would be just about right for an excited CD to come rushing in to wake me and show off all his Santa stuff, then after a quick mug of strong coffee, we help Smiley open hers.
Then Angel has to be woken for the maddest part of the day: the full-on assault on the Christmas presents under the tree.
This is our tree on December 19th. BTW I have no say in its styling!
By the 25th, there is usually a big pile of presents and a mad frenzy follows with wrapping paper, labels, and ribbon flying across the room while I painstakingly try and slowly help Smiley to open her stuff. As I have an aspie child in the house, there will be a candid assessment of each present, "I like this!" "I'm not wearing this" and so on. Just as well there's only me and his sisters to hear. We can work out something more tactful to put in the thank you letters later.
I do like to go to Church on Christmas Day, even thought it means getting dressed up - ideally in new clothes if you are in Dublin - and making sure the kids have clean face and shiny shoes. Yes everyone looks to see what everyone else is wearing, but it's just lovely to see all your neighbours and local friends on Christmas morning, and it's good for the kids.
Then I'd like some quiet time. A couple of hours to clean up, play with the kids and make phone calls, and maybe even pop onto the internet, just to check if anyone else is around.
The countdown to Christmas dinner would follow, the guests would arrive. They could be any mixture of friends and family, I don't mind, so long as they plan to enjoy the day. And I don't care what is on the menu for Christmas Dinner, so long as it is cooked by someone else. In 48 years I have managed not to cook Christmas dinner and I have no wish to start now! I'm happy to peel potatoes or make desserts, I just don't want to have to stage manage the whole production.
After dinner, I'd love a walk, no really!
In the evening, the kids would go to bed early and without arguing, so I can vegetate in front of the telly with a glass of something nice.
I wouldn't even mind a dusting of the white stuff as it's Christmas (and yes I mean snow). And the child in me would love a surprise: an unexpected visitor perhaps. As an adult what I crave more than anything is good news, and that's what I'd wish for all my friends, family and readers: some good news to end the year in a good way :D
In the meantime....