I admit that not being in Santa's drop zone does take away a little special something on Christmas morning. There is a priceless joy in watching a child's excitement at discovering what's in the Santa Sack. That being said, there is a special something about not being woken up at 4am and not having to spend the day in a near coma. Besides, just because there are no small children doesn't mean you all have to behave like grown ups. There was a whole lot of Christmas crazy fed by high spirits, sugar and, in the case of some, champagne. With a collection of props and Christmas paper for a photobooth, the pool and a whole collection of the silliest board games, a great evening was had by all. And then as midnight approached and we all approached food coma we all hugged each other and headed off. This is Christmas in our place. It's certainly not the way everyone does it but what I love is that we are not a family haunted by ghosts of Christmas past where alcohol fuels the fire of resentment and bitterness. The only "fights" here are over the last roast potato or whose turn it is at the games table. A Merry Christmas was had by all.