01.45am Boxing Day morning

I'm sat in a large, clean lounge space opposite a huge TV (that is off, and has recently been dusted).  There's a very tall Christmas tree, bedecked in just silver baubles, with sparkly lights and a homemade silver star at it's apex.
There are 19 soft armchairs in the room - most recline a little, all lift a flap to raise the occupant's lower legs, and several will gently extend to lift the occupant to almost standing.

Where am I?
On a night shift at the local care home.
And it's Christmas night.

I'm taking time out between 'rounds' (euphemism for checking on each resident and carrying out any essential care) begin again at 2am.
I've got a hot cuppa (tea) and some leftover veg from our delicious Christmas lunch at gorgeous daughter's house.
Christmas Day was sweet.

Man Wonderful and I had our personal Christmas late on Christmas Eve.
We swapped gifts and drank mulled wine, listened to the radio and snuggled on the sofa.
It was perfect.
Christmas Day we arrived at Daughter's house as they all woke up.
We saw the grandchildren open their stocking gifts and then come downstairs to check if Santa had drunk his beer (he had) and if Rudolf had eaten his carrot (ditto).   Then, with huge surprise, the two little ones 3 and (almost) 5 entered the lounge to see their Christmas gifts.
We were able to watch, help, play, puzzle, join in, laugh, cuddle and enjoy Christmas morning.

Son-in-law cooked a stunning meal - GD had pre-cooked all the veggies - he cooked meat for them and roasted veg for everyone.
We were rewarded with a delicious lunch.

I've just finished my leftovers now, and am about to go and do my checks.
It's 2am on Boxing Day morning.

What are you doing right now?