I still have one offspring that lives fairly local but one's in Cardiff and the other in Bath so when that time of year occurs I just keep me head down and hope it passes quickly. Never was mad keen on it anyhow.
My three only ever knew me hungover Christmas morning cos all through their life I'd be working Christmas Eve playing records and always became somewhat imbibed during the course of events, I work better tanked up (or so I told myself) and never got home til around 2am.
Of course they were all up at 5am or thereabouts and I had to be there for the pressie opening.
Oh, in case you're wondering I always had somebody working with me who'd stay sober, help lug the equipment and drive.
But this commercial side of a Christian celebration? I have sincerely disliked the whole thing for some considerable time now.