Well, two and a bit weeks to go, your plans must be in place, where will you awake Christmas morning? Wherever it may be you'll be better off than me, at work, unable to drink, in charge of a shipload (literally) of people who are well 'on it'.
Somewhere over the north atlantic. And if something goes horribly wrong, then I'll be meeting the sun in an airport terminal.
No idea who's gonna be behind the controls, but uncle Wolfgang and friends will be floating the bill, yes.On a lufthansa flight?
At my Mum's with my sis and her dog (I have a feeling that sis, dog and I might end up in the same bed)
We'll wake up, someone will let the dog out and grab a bottle of champagne and the panettone from the kitchen before rushing back upstairs. Then we'll drop crumbs in Mum's bed while we open our stockings together.