Who came to your house on Christmas day ?

We lived near two aunts and maternal grandparents, so went there. It was mixed as the uncles and GM didn’t like my father, knew exactly which buttons to press, it rarely ended well. I keep a sense of great anxiety on xmas day.
When GPs died, we had Christmas at our house. We usually had people who didn’t have family. Living in Mauritius, there were a lot of expats, e.g. men who’d left their wives and children “at home”, fearing the education would be rubbish - it wasn’t!

I don't remember any visitors on Christmas day. I do sometimes get relatives calling on Christmas Eve trying to persuade me to spend Christmas with them. They meant well but I would rather be alone than surrounded by someone else's boisterous family.

Nobody came just me my mum and dad staying over at my nan and grandads

Christmas meant a new ‘frock’ , midnight mass, after which we would have home-made plum cake and wine./ punch. My Aunt and cousins would visit at some point during the day, but strangely, no neighbours.

Looking back I don't remember anyone coming in at Christmas other than our neighbours next door with whom we were very friendly.

Apparently, some fat old bloke with a white beard used to come down the chimney very early on Christmas Day, leave me and my brother an orange and some chocolates, drink the glass of whisky that Dad left out for him, and leave the same way he came in. Never stayed on for any of the festivities...

Nobody, unless my grandparents were staying.
One year we had my auntie and her two sons as their dad had just died.

Nobody came to visit on Christmas day, it was just my parents and my 2 sisters.
On Boxing day we had a big family party. All my mother's siblings and their spouses and families and my Nana and Grandad.

Just the four of us Christmas Day. We'd either been to Midnight Mass or the morning mass. Breakfast first, then present opening. The Christmas dinner of turkey arrived on the table sometime mid afternoon. A late tea which included Christmas cake It was the one night we were allowed to stay up late and watch tv, which often featured a blockbuster film of yesteryear. I seem to remember visiting relatives was done between Christmas and New Year when we went for what I suppose was a high tea.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Nobody unless you count grandparents if they were staying.

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.

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.

No one - my mum fell out with most people.

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 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.

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!

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.

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 .

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