Hey. I'm being set up here.
I have a few recollections from the very distant past.
The week before Christmas we went round the village with the church choir singing carols.
My Mum used to put silver threepenny bits wrapped in wax paper into the Christmas pud. Of course, you had to be careful not to chow down on a mouthful too hard or you'd be off to the dentist the day after Boxing Day. By the early 1950s the coins pretty much disappeared and the tradition ended.
Of course, we had Christmas crackers with daft mottos and ditzy hats to wear.
After we got a telly we always watched the Bertram Mills Circus after lunch.
My sister and I got our presents delivered to our bedrooms overnight.
By the mid-1960s Christmas Eve was spent in the Drum and Monkey, which was allowed to stay open until midnight rather than the mandatory closing time of 10.30. Having got thoroughly blotto my pals an I would decide it was far too dangerous to walk home so we drove.
Yes, I live in southern Ontario where it is currently bloody cold and the snow is tumbling down. We don't usually get this kind of weather until January.