They weren't disappointed - I knew they wouldn't be.
The day started in an unusually civilised way - no one woke up until 6.45. I think this is the first year since I became a mummy that I haven't been woken at least once in the small hours on Christmas Eve.
So we were happy to start opening stockings straight away.
I hate sitting in my pyjamas, especially when there are cameras around, so I insist on getting dressed before we exchange presents under the tree. I knew the 2 big-ticket items I'd bought were right so I was ready with my camera to capture their happy faces.
At lunchtime we drove over to my sister-in-law's, only 15 minutes away, for a slap-up, 3-hour, feast. She's a fantastic cook. Mother-in-law arrived with a huge cooked turkey. My various puddings were appreciated and father-in-law made us all try Stinking Bishop, which he had discovered for the cheese board. Yes it is stinking, but quite a mild flavour.
More presents were given, games were played and we headed home tired but happy when M started to flag.