Despite a fairly grim childhood - I really loved Christmas. I noticed how much sheer hard work went into it, with fathers working any extra days and hours to fund it, mothers/grans making mince pies, puddings and cakes, all the extra cleaning, polishing and decorating - and the kids making endless paper chains. It was a very big deal, at home and at school.
I'd make the door wreath, with a thin wire coat hanger, holly and ivy from the woods, some glass baubles and ribbons. My sister did the table decoration, similar, on a tray with candles in the middle.
As a young adult and mum I loved it too - but toned down, no cooking marathons, no lavish expense. There was the worry of how to afford it all.
Later, with dear people 'missing', my husband, parents, aunts and uncles all gone, we toned it down even more. Yes, we still have the big meal and gathering (but not on Christmas Day, as the family is too large) we do the tree and presents for the kids, send a few cards etc. All the shopping's done online.
It's a sad and tearful time for me, a huge effort - with a smile plastered on my face - some happy moments with the family all together - but that genuine joy and anticipation evaporated decades ago. I'm an actor, playing a role. Oh, the relief when it's over and the normal days return!