In reply to The Lemming:
> Mid fall?
> I thought that we were in Autumn?
> In the run up to Christmas, with Father Christmas and not Santa, we would pester our parents with constant wanting, wishing and wining for this, that or the other.
> On the Big Day, we'd go to the bottom of the bed to see what was put into our sock. This was usually a tangerine, some nuts and sweets. There would also be a stack of stuff brought by the Big Man.
> In the afternoon, we'd be allowed to open the wrapped presents, given to us by our relatives.
> Christmas Eve lasted for an eternity while Christmas Day flew by in seconds.
Sounds like my childhood and my own kids' experience, added to this that by 27th Dec we'd (they) are bored as hell with the pointless soon-to-be ebay fodder and get back to the busy task of watching Disney on the gogglebox. I love Xmas and the time of year (even as a staunch atheist) but I hate all the crap that goes with it.