We don't have a conventional Christmas. We have some conventions, though, but I guess they might be viewed as pretty unconventional.
No Christmas decorations, no cards, no turkey (I've never cooked one in my life). A few presents for immediate family, a false tree, and whatever we feel like eating (last year curry, this year Mexican). Sometimes Christmas is with family, sometimes on our own. We are very flexible about the whole thing (one year we took a last-minute holiday in Lanzarote), and this is something that perplexes people who like their Christmases to contain the same elements every year and to be a little more predictable.
But our Christmas would not be Christmas without the annual Quality Street quality control exercise. (In my view, never as good since they discontinued the gooseberry cream.)
I can still remember the very first time I tipped out an entire tin of Quality Street and rummaged and sorted, lined up, and counted. All those years years ago, it seemed almost bad behaviour to handle so many chocolates, and it felt great.
This morning Phoebe and I carried out the end of year chocolate quality control. Our tin contains a shameful lack of orange cremes, orange crunches (a mere 5), and 'purple ones' (when did QS go so hip and Friends-ish?), and far too many coconut eclairs (renamed to make them sound more appealing, I suspect). But of course in order to do the whole thing properly, in the same way Charlie Mc Donnell does with Wine Gums, we need about five more tins. Maybe next year we break with our convention of having just one tin...
Whatever you choose to do, we wish you a very happy Christmas.