This will be my last year of celebrating a ‘broken-up’ Christmas season. For the past 5 years I’ve been in the Middle East for the first half of Advent and then flown home for the other half and Christmas itself. So, for the past 5 years my Christmas traditions have been those of my youngest daughter and her husband and extended family.
I don’t do any decorating in my apartment other than to have an Advent wreath, which only gets half used

This is because I fly back after New Years’ Day and it would be just too depressing to get back and have to take down decorations that were not part of my Christmas celebration.
On the morning of Christmas Eve we make sure the house is clean and tidy and I read the story of the Nativity from a book that was mine as a little girl. It has the most beautiful illustrations, the story is a little advanced for the present ages of the children, but can easily be shortened and the illustrations allowed to tell the story until they are a little older. I always read this to my children on Christmas Eve.
We have lunch together on Christmas Eve, as soon as SIL gets in from work (self employed fruit and vegetable wholesaler, so most of his work is finished on the 23rd). After lunch it’s time to put the tree up and everyone helps, from the very youngest to granny (although I do a fair a amount of photographing too)
While we decorate the tree we talk about the fact that we are putting this up for Jesus’ Happy Birthday and will be going to church this evening. Once the tree is done, the little ones have an afternoon sleep and their elders bath ready for Midnight Mass (which is actually around 8pm for reasons of safety). After a finger supper, two cars of people head off into town from the farm for Midnight Mass - the rest of the family will go to the 8am Mass on Christmas morning. Usually the little ones are asleep or nearly so when we get home, those who are awake join their elders in the kitchen for a warm drink and something special my daughter will have made, before being put to bed. Once they are safely in bed, the fun starts and DD and I bring all the gifts out of hiding and place them under the tree and we all go to bed.
She has continued my Christmas tradition of having an assortment of snacks for ‘breakfast’ anything from cut up fruit, cheese, crackers, fruit mince pies, home made biscuits, cake, etc. This meal is eaten while presents are being opened. The other tradition she has kept is that only one present at a time is opened so that everyone can share the recipient’s joy. She sits next to the tree and hands out the gifts, something she started when she was a teenager.
Once all that fun is over, the living room is cleared of all the paper and each child’s gifts are placed into a gift bag (usually a big one that I get for just this purpose), the children are dressed and we go out into the garden for some fresh air and fun. South Africa, note, so it’s lovely outside.
Either we all go to the main farm house for lunch and have the family come to us much later for ‘pudding and coffee’; or we have lunch at out own homes and everyone comes to us for the pudding and coffee. Interestingly, the family tradition adopted from SIL’s family is to have lunch (meat, vegetables, etc) then clear away, wash all the dishes, tidy up and pudding is had at ‘afternoon tea time’.
During the morning and afternoon there are visits from various members of the extended family to deliver gifts and see their niece and nephews, cousins and godchildren
This year we will stay at ‘home’ as DD will be 2 weeks and 2 days away from delivering her fourth child - anyone who wants to see us will have to come to us. She is planning a simple meal that can be made well ahead.
Next year, when I’m living back home I plan to introduce some traditions of my own, quite what I’m not sure, but it will certainly involve me and the grandchildren doing some shopping for parent gifts, making gifts and decorations and doing some special baking.