1. The special double
Radio Times: the anticipation as I searched through it to find films that I loved and those that I'd never seen from Hollywood's golden era.
2. Turkey. I don't miss the big roast - just the sandwiches on Christmas night, with the far tastier dark meat and plenty of salt, with one of my mother's now cold stuffing balls on the side.
3. Carols. Particularly from school carol services. At Fairfield, in the Moravian church, with christingles, and at LGGS, in the Priory.
4. Descants. As a member of the school choir, we'd have to sing the descant to carols - particularly
Hark the Herald and
Come All Ye Faithful. I can still remember them - although my voice has subsequently dropped from mezzo to nearer an alto.
5.
Morecambe & Wise. Peerless.
6. The classic B&W film late on Christmas night on BBC2. My introduction to Humphrey Bogart came in such a fashion.
7. Boredom. Get one's presents - then have to leave them to go to church. Then wait around for hours waiting for my father to actually remember he had a family (and a dinner) to come home to after he'd taken his second service of the day.
8. Tension. Knowing that there'd be some Le el of row waiting when my father got home.
9. Decorating the house with my mother, usually really late, while
Meet Me In Saint Louis was on the telly.
10. Woodpecker cider. As a Cornish lad, brought up on scrumpy, my father considered it pop - and therefore entirely acceptable for his daughters when we finally sat down to lunch.