I grew up in a family where alcohol was the focal point of Christmas and my siblings and I hated it. We had to make the most of family time early in the morning because not long after, the first bottle would be opened and from then on Christmas was all about the adults. From mid-afternoon, after Christmas dinner, they’d either be asleep or too drunk to do anything with a load of gobshitery thrown in, and we’d end up assuming the role of grown-ups for the rest of the day in case anything happened.
That was our overriding memory of Christmas and we’ve all ended up making a very conscious decision to not repeat that with our own families. We’ll still have alcohol, usually some fizz with dinner and then some Baileys in the evening but we’re all very clear that Christmas with kids is not the time for a mad sesh. Being a 35 year old new mam but acting like a teenager bragging on social media about how much booze you’ve sunk over Christmas is beyond gross.