Several years ago James and I had the bright idea of cramming three Christmases into one day. We struggled to work out how to divide our time between his two sets of parents in Northamptonshire and my family back in Sheffield and devised a plan to please everyone.

The day began with brunch and bucks fizz at my mother-in-laws, followed by lunch with my father-in-law and a full on knees-up in Sheffield for the evening. Within about half an hour our military precision had slipped. With good cheer in full flow it was very hard to leave half way through the present giving to head to the next location. We were late for lunch, late to hit the M1 and late getting to the northern party. Understandably there were disappointed faces from the parents.

We ended the day full, exhausted and guilt-ridden. We hadn’t spent enough time with any of our families and both felt in trying to please everyone we had actually pleased no-one. James had to be the stone-cold sober chauffeur (though he was not driving the super cute Fiat above) and although we had been blessed with lots of love, gorgeous food and fabulous gifts we couldn’t help feel we had missed some of the magic of Christmas. The year after we hosted Christmas instead. Taking the previous years clock watching to a whole new level. Yes it’s not just the man from the Sainsbury’s ad who has a spreadsheet. I embrace excel too.

This year we’ll be spending Christmas in the north at my sister’s new house. It doesn’t currently have any form of free-standing kitchen but hopefully all we be resolved before the 25th December.
When I was little every Christmas Eve began with a trip to the butchers to the get the turkey with my grandparents, followed by hot chocolate and cake in a cafe. The night was always spent at family friends tucking into a tasty meal and then home to bed. On Christmas morning my sister and I always had piles of presents positioned in the same place each year. We’d don our new matching outfits and head back to our friends for mince pies and lashings of brandy butter before coming home to enjoy a Christmas feast with my grandparents.
It’s funny how back then I found huge comfort in traditions, but this year my whole family are in the same camp to make Christmas a bit different. After we lost our dear gran in the summer, we’re keen to forge new rituals as sometimes it’s just too painful to try to keep things as they once were.
James is luckily very accommodating for the unique situation this year as technically Christmas with his side of the family is long overdue. We’re planning on throwing a big breakfast bash for the in-laws the weekend before the big day, so we get two Christmas mornings. Hooray!
I have friends who really struggle with their parent’s expectations about where they’ll spend the big day, particularly those who don’t have children. In my friendship group it’s only when kids (and maybe a wedding ring) come along that it seems acceptable to break from the usual tradition. I know some couples have to spend it separately to avoid upsetting the rest of their family and some completely avoid their family homes to make it fair to their partner.
How will you be spending Christmas Day? How do you agree where you’ll spend the day? What are the traditions in your household? Has anyone else had to do a Reese and Vince and tried to cram in more than one dinner? They’ll be cats, kids, chaos and champagne this year and I can’t wait!