It keeps changing, dang it.
When I was little, Xmas Eve was at our house. Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, Uncle, cousins all in our basement by the aluminum tree and faux fireplace, eating dinner, unwrapping only a few presents each. All would clear out by 9 so we could attend candlelight service at 10. After church it would be bedtime for my sister and myself.
Xmas Day would be at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house all day for food, family, football, and presents.
Then people started dying off or moving. Xmas Eve became both church services (5 and 10) for Mom, Dad, me, and TheKid, with dinner of roast beef and card games between. Sometimes my sister would join in, sometimes TheKid would be with her dad, but it was both services and roast beef. I enjoyed it very much - no pressure, lots of good family time.
Then we hired a stupid new pastor who first pushed our music director to quit (I adored her, played both services for many years) and then changed to only one 7pm service. Last year we had less than 20 people for service. Candlelight service used to fill the pews. But less than 20. Gah. My Mom, sister, b-i-l, TheKid and I went to service, then out to a chinese buffet. Whoo hoo. TheKid and I were going to go to midnight service at the Basilica, but changed our minds at the last minute.
This year I work in office until 430 - the first time in years I’ll be in office Xmas Eve. TheKid is doing a service project at church, so we’ll be there, but I’m not happy about it. I mean, I’m happy she’s doing a service project, but 7pm is a stupid time for church service. Well, unless we do get whalloped by snow, like the talking heads are predicting. Then we may wuss out, order pizza, and watch Monty Python movies - just TheKid and I. crosses fingers