When I was a child we always had Christmas lunch at our house and my Nan and Grandad would come to us for lunch. We'd spend the morning dropping off presents before going to pick them up.
Grandad would always wear his paper hat and made sure we pulled our crackers. Christmas lunch became a quieter affair after he died. My Nan would come, but eventually she stopped having decided it was too much trouble. I miss them both very much so this page is dedicated to their memory.