I was just about ready for the big day, and suddenly it's over. One moment it's Christmas eve and the next time I looked up it's that boring part between Boxing Day and new year.
For anyone not familiar with our strange english customs, on the day after Christmas, army officers used to serve meals to the enlisted men (I bet they just loved that), churches used to hand out presents to the needy, and the landed gentry used to serve meals to their servants - I bet they really hated that.
For the rest of us it's a scramble to find any un-drunk booze without going out to the shops because we ate so much the day before we can barely move.
On the the night before new year we all make resolutions we have absolutely no intention of keeping, but it make us feel good to think about it, then laugh at the people trying hard for almost four hours before sinking back into their (our) lazy sloath-like ways.
Not to worry, there are only 363 shopping days left until Christmas.