In civvy world, working Xmas Day was usually a lot of fun, and in fact the days before and after as well, if you're working in any kind of hospitality business, were always good for tips.
I would ten times rather have been working today than sat eating shit food in an over-heated, over-crowded house listening to my boring racist uncle hold forth on Brexit and trying to choose whether to gouge out his eyes with a turkey baster or stab through his hand with my fork.
As it is I fucked off all my boring relatives some years ago, so my son and I had a lovely chilled out day walking in the park and feeding the birds, giving gifts to all our animals, playing Monopoly and cooking only the things we both want to eat.
I'm back at work tomorrow afternoon and really looking forward to it.