As an only child I was undoubtedly very privileged at Christmas.
Christmas Day would start with the discovery of Santa's goodies laid out in front of the fire. The postman would bring cards and parcels even on Christmas morning.
We would go to the Christmas Day Service and we would have the grandparents for Christmas dinner.
My mother would make a capon for most of us and a steak for dad who wouldn't eat poultry after he saw an aunt kill a chicken when he was small. This aunt may have been Jessie Rolinson as I remember seeing baby chicks when we visited Uncle Andrew Duncan.
We would all listen reverentially to the Queen's speech on telly at 3pm and watch telly in the evening.
The only difference nowadays is the church visit and the queen's speech are neglected. I cook beef as the head of the family doesn't like turkey and chicken nowadays isn't a special treat.
Here are some photos from past Christmasses.
Christmas Day 1956 at our house in Thornliebank
Left to right, mum, granny Shearer, grandad Shearer, me, Papa Rolinson, Dad (and a bit of granny R)
New Year's Day 1957 with the Rolinsons, possibly at the grandparents' flat in Dennistoun.
mum, Fay, George, back of Papa's head, granny, Ted
Uncle George and Auntie Fay whooping it up watched by Jim and me.
Christmas 1958. Dad would have liked a son!
Christmas 1959 in our new house in Giffnock
Going to my first dinner dance in 1969. I still have the red glass vase that's on the mantelpiece and the pearl bracelet from Majorca. The dress cost 21 guineas from a shop in Renfield Street and ended up in my daughter's dressing up box.