I read "The Night Before Christmas" every Christmas Eve. My Grandparents sent me the book for my first Christmas in England in 1974 when I was 2 years old and its been read every Christmas Eve since. I don't have any kids to read it to, so it gets read aloud to the dogs

Oh dear, oh dear.

Most Presbyterians celebrate Christmas – Christmas services have featured in the church's liturgy for quite some years.

And not all Muslims ban music etc.

Decorations – which seem to increase year on year – although no tree because of cats and a lack of space.

Christmas music – there's be plenty of it.

My birthday cards stay in place until 12th Night.

The [iRadio Times[/i is only purchased at this time of the year, and I still pick through it to spot films I want to watch.

Household traditions we've created include having a boiled ham with sour brown shallot sauce on Boxing Day.

The centrepiece of the Christmas Day dinner, though, never involves a roast bird (a leg of turkey will be roasted the day before to allow me to eat brown meat turkey sandwiches on Christmas night though).

I have two traditions.

The first is that we always put up our Christmas decorations on the Sunday after our youngest son's birthday (8th December).

The second is never to use the term "Xmas". Except when pointing out that I never use the term "Xmas", of course. I use it then in order to state that I never use it.

We don't open our presents until after we've eaten our dinner. We are proper mental.

Muppet Christmas Carol is always watched on Christmas Eve at our house

Once you've spent Christmas and New Year in the Barents Sea aboard a salvage support vessel surrounded by nothing but ex Navy guy's. Tradition just goes out of the window. Your just glad to be home for the Holiday's each year after.

Bah bloody humbug, hate christmas with a vengence, the season of goodwill, bollox, the season of rip off and exploitation more like

Only if you let it be.

Do you lack self control?

How about Christmas traditions you miss? As a wee lad I used to love taking the dog for a walk with my dad late on Christmas Eve. My mind's eye tells me they were all cold, crisp, crystal clear nights and I could hear distant sleigh bells in the stars.

Mum sneaking in a few hours after lights out to fill the stocking at the end of my bed with silly, cheap trinkets. The moment you went downstairs in the morning in your dressing gown and first saw the presents by the tree. Always one 'big' present and a small pile of smaller ones. Never too much, never too little.

After opening the presents, making toast and a brew for breakfast and all sitting round in our pyjamas and dressing gowns chatting and watching Christmas morning telly while someone put all the wrapping paper in a bin bag, and glancing outside desperately hoping for snow.

Grandma insisting we all be quiet for the Queen's Speech. "Merry Christmas, ma'am."

Waiting for the big afternoon Christmas film - ET, Wizard of Oz, etc.

Good times. Very, very lucky to have a great family and once my little one arrives it'll be time to make some traditions of my own.

Whatever happened to Lesley Crowther visiting sick children in hospital on christmas morning ?

He died?