Used to be about the 2nd week-end of December, on the Sunday afternoon, there'd be a pot (usually very large
) of "Glühwein" with a decentish dollop of "Schüß" (that's Rum, Brandy or Amaretto, take your pick or all 3 if you like) chuntering away to itself on the hob. A CD of suitably Christmassy ditties playing away in the background & then the foolish attempt at co-ordinating setting up & out the dekkys & tree to give "Chez Williams" a jaunty festive air.
If I managed to survive the previous efforts without to much trauma, I'd then attempt to write the crimbo cards to be sent to the nearest & dearest.
Also while serving, we' head off into the camp, grab a couple of the "Singlies", who'd nothing to do, drag 'em back to the house & take them on as "Family" for Christmas day & boxing day, proper home cooking & as much Ale as they could manage, then at some point deposit them back at the Barracks gate.
They may have been roughie-toughie Soldiers, but it's still nice to be with a family at Christmas.