Family bonding with the turkey.

Christmas day is over, church service attended, the presents have been wrapped and unwrapped and the ludicrous amounts of turkey eating have begun.
However, this years Christmas day left me wondering when old traditions were going to be boxed away and new ones were going to start.
Christmas day is far from dull, but routine is beginning to take over.
For as long as I could remember my mums parents have always come to our house on Christmas eve, joining us for turkey surprise the following day, antique board games and a classic array of naff T.V. When my Grandad left us in 2000 it became just the five of us each year and has been that way ever since. At the time my Dads parents were living five hours away from us in North Yorkshire (One of the most beautiful places in England and where a large amount of my childhood memories come from) and…I actually have no idea why we never had a Christmas with them.
We are not a large family, but we are very close. It is because of this tightness (feel free to vomit now!) that tradition is and will always be such a huge part of my life. But is there a point where traditions should change?
It’s a crazy to think about future Christmas days; the houses, the people and the undoubtedly burnt turkeys. Who knows what next years Christmas day will be like or what will happen.
In a perfect world ten years from now, Christmas day will be spent with all the Coussens family, our offspring and not forgetting a serious helping of food and chocolate (fingers crossed the babies are gifted with our genetically high metabolisms or there’s no Malteasers for the twins.)
Either way, it is a case of wait and find out and maybe next year we will make it to midnight mass…that will certainly count towards as a new tradition.