When I was in my late teens and early twenties, I would get home around 3:00 am on Christmas morning after a party, and sleep for about 15 hours. Then I'd get up and have a leisurely breakfast before opening presents. Lunch, with all the trimmings, would follow a couple of hours later, and then a long walk in the cold sunshine with the family. Maybe a snooze in the afternoon and a few rounds of a new board game, before mum would make tea; after which we'd watch Morecambe and Wise and a Christmas film. Then I'd meet up with a couple of mates, and if we were lucky, there would be another party to go to on Christmas evening.
This year, I went to bed at 10 pm on Christmas Eve then, after 4 hours sleep (it seemed), I was up to walk the dog and then help prepare breakfast. Straight onto cooking lunch for 1 o'clock. With lunch over and the pots washed, we managed a 15 minute walk round the village before it got dark. Just time to prepare tea before The Midwife Christmas Special came on the telly. More tidying up and washing pots, and it's 10 o'clock again and time for bed.
The days were definitely very much longer when I was a youth.
Merry Christmas all... Soon be Spring
