Who came to your house on Christmas day ?

At our house, neighbours would pop in and out in the morning, one set of Grandparents came for lunch, the other Grandparents came for tea to join them !

No one! We were a family of 13 so no visitors needed.
When my children were young we had no car and likewise had no visitors- just us.
My daughter also spends Christmas day just with DH and the kids.
This year it will just be me and my son and I am happy to say we will have no visitors!

Mum and dad always invited my gran and grandad on dad's side. I don't know where my nana went. After the two grans were widowed, they both came, along with a family friend who lived alone and had no close family.

keepingquiet

No one! We were a family of 13 so no visitors needed.
When my children were young we had no car and likewise had no visitors- just us.
My daughter also spends Christmas day just with DH and the kids.
This year it will just be me and my son and I am happy to say we will have no visitors!

Wow 13 , don't suppose there was room for any visitors !
Same for us when when we got married, no car , no transport !

Grandmabatty

Mum and dad always invited my gran and grandad on dad's side. I don't know where my nana went. After the two grans were widowed, they both came, along with a family friend who lived alone and had no close family.

Yes I think possibly people were more sensitive to people being alone (Not by choice) in days gone by, as you said, inviting people who would have normally spent Christmas alone.My mother did that on occasion, especially if someone had been recently bereaved.

Until my maternal GM died, the family went to her house and stayed overnight. My mother was one of 13 and about 8 of the siblings, together with their OH and children, congregated on Christmas morning. The adults ate in one shift and the children ate together in another shift. I slept with my sister and cousins in the attic on makeshift beds, it was very exciting. GM was a widow, one of my aunts lived with her as GM was bedridden. We were summoned in to see her and she gave us money as our present tbh I was rather afraid of her as she was a formidable character who ran a successful business which employed all the uncles. She died when I was five and there was a falling out over money which split the family and ended our huge family Christmas's and a lot more beside!

Nobody, unless they were actually staying, so often one or other GM. We had no family living near enough for dropping in, in the days when most of them didn’t have cars.

My grandma and grandad (mums parents, a great aunt and uncle used to come for tea on Christmas Day and stayed till about 10 ish. I look back fondly on those lovely times. As we got in to our teens my parents also hosted parties with some of dads work colleagues and family, parents of my brothers friends and a few of my brothers friends. Again we had a very enjoyable time.

I don't remember anyone dropping in on Christmas day,
my grandparents on both sides had died and aunts lived a few miles away, and didn't drive

When I was a child , both gp, aunts , uncles and cousins lived locally and we’d either go to my maternal grandmother, my aunt or everyone would come to ours . As a child it was very exciting and we built a good relationship with family members . I’m very close to my cousins and two remaining uncles .
Our family is now scattered around the UK , and only tend to get everyone together at weddings or funerals . Which I think is sad .
For some reason both my siblings won’t travel at Christmas , so we travel to them and take our mother. Mum is 90 and does a three hour journey to see her dc and dgc.
Because they cba to travel to see her .

Some lovely thoughts here.It did seem exciting seeing all these different people.I expect it was a lot of work for the adults but it had a special feeling.
In our family, we will never see the like of those Christmas gatherings ever again where several generations and branches of family come together.I suppose it's rose tinted specs but it's nice to remember.

The lady next door (who I called Auntie, as was the custom when we were young) always came in for a glass of wine. She loved a white wine called Chateau Fleur and my lovely dad always bought a bottle so she could have her Christmas morning drink. She was a lovely lady and was like a second mother to us. In the evening, there was always a party (because they had been married on Christmas Day) at my mum’s auntie’s house. As my auntie was one of ten children, there was always a great get together. I loved it. Had my first proper drink there aged about twelve, I think. Someone was about to get me a lemonade and my aunt said, “Get the lass a proper drink” and she gave me my first port and lemon! I still like it even now!

No visitors or other family on Christmas or any celebration day.

For the rest of the year, as my father drove up the drive, and came in the rear doors, our friends would scamper out of the front door.

My aunt, still with us at 94, three old ladies who lived up the street, otherwise just my parents and sister. As I grew up.
, the old ladies died, but my aunt was a constant. Then boyfriends, and later husbands and children, mine and my sister’s. Also my in-laws when it was my turn ‘to do Christmas’.

No one - my mum fell out with most people.

We had visitors but noone came for a meal at Christmas. I was the youngest child.
My parents were elderly and my mum was at the stage where she had cooked for a large family for years, and now it was time for the married children to invite her to their house for Christmas meals. Which they did.

We always went to my nanna for Christmas dinner and tea, she lived about 15 miles away. My uncle, auntie and my cousin were always there too, they stayed overnight as they lived further away. I can remember coming home afterwards in the dark, our car had a rubbish heater so we were always freezing in the back, and we had our pyjamas warmed up by the electric bar heater when we got home, before going to bed. Happy times.

Nobody unless you count grandparents if they were staying.

When parents were in hospitality industry, all grandparents came to us and stayed.

Before that we went to grandparents along with other grandparents (both of my parents were only children)

As soon as I had my own home, it was always here, up to 22 people, all bedrooms overflowing.

My paternal grandparents usually came to ours for Christmas Day. Sometimes the neighbours popped in for a drink. On Christmas morning we often went to the hospital where mum was a nurse and handed out satsumas.

On Boxing Day we would watch the Hunt setting off.

Some Christmas Days we went to an aunt’s house who had a massive house where there was room for loads of aunts, uncles and cousins.

Christmas wasn,t really celebrated in Scotland until the late 1950..s my dad worked on Christmas Day until I was 6 or 7 .He watched us open presents then left for work.We went to mass and had dinner when dad came home usually granny was there and maybe an aunt and uncle,e or two.
No turkey it wasn’t popular then it would e a normal Sundaystyle meal .Beef or lamb or chicken .New year was our big celebration

We didn't have family nearby but half the neighbourhood came round and a lot of heavy drinking (as one did in the 1960s) and hearty laughing went on. It got very loud. Don't know how my mother coped, providing nibbles for 20-30 people and when they'd gone we sat down to the full Christmas dinner which she miraculously produced out of somewhere.

My father was a good host and could entertain a room but things never got out of hand. I think it was a bit overwhelming for us when we were younger.

We never had any visitors on Christmas Day, it was just me, my siblings and my parents. We used to go to my maternal grandparents the week before Christmas for a Christmas lunch on the Sunday and my uncle, aunt and cousin also came to that.

I was brought up in Worcestershire, my father’s family lived in Nottingham and my mother’s family lived in Southampton and we did visit them a lot and they visited us but never at Christmas. My parents always invited people on Christmas Day, an elderly, single man my father knew and my godmother who was a single woman all of her life. My mother was a wonderful cook and she enjoyed giving everybody a special Christmas Day.