When I was a kid, we'd spend the day watching cartoons, then my mother would come home from work and shut the front door and it was then Christmas would begin
We'd have a bath, then get in our new pyjamas and have dinner-usually something like cottage pie and chips, then sit at the fire (the days before central heating came to our house!) and watch something like The Generation Game or Noel's House Party or something else Christmassy.
We'd go to bed at 9pm but we'd never be tired.
I'd wake up at about 5am and feel for the stocking on the end of my bed and get a thrill to feel it bulging.
I'd go back asleep and then wake again at 8am and run down the stairs so excited with my sister.
The living room was always locked cos my Dad is OCD about safety, so we'd turn the key and we'd be greeted by two piles of presents under the tree-one pile for me and one pile for my sister.
We'd shout for our parents to get up cos we didn't like opening them without them there.
They'd come down all dishevelled but happy and put the kettle on.
We'd open our presents and be so thankful and so grateful for everything we got.
I remember one time there was a joint present for my sister and I and it was a large box wrapped in a Playstation bag.
My mother smiled and said "It's not what you think, might only be the bag" but of course we opened it and it was a Playstation.
To make it even better, she'd gotten us a portable telly to play it on.
I remember being so happy.
We'd go to Mass at 10.30am but we'd be dying to get home to our presents. We'd spend the day eating Quality Street and eating the gorgeous meal our Dad made.
Sorry this went on a bit long, but it's been nice to reminisce