We rush for weeks for a day that seems gone in an instant. All that remains of it are the memories, photographs and videos.
Slaving in the kitchen over joints of meat, panicking at burnt potatoes, catching the overflowing hob of sprouts. It's a hectic time.
It was only recently I saw a post online from a grieving mother. She said she never expected the previous Christmas to have been her last with her son. She continued that if she had known this then she would have taken more photographs and paid more attention to committing the scene to memory.
It is a time of great happiness for many and great sadness for the others. We do not know which side we will end up in in the upcoming year. Therefore, we need to forget about the pedantic things. Forget the arguments, laugh off the burnt spuds. Smile and enjoy it with your family and always make sure to commit the day to memory. Make it a joyous memory.