She remembered Christmas mornings when frantic fingers tore at wrappings to open gifts.
She used to start shopping early (and wrap), so come Christmas some of the things had been forgotten. It always cost an arm and a leg though, hence why she started early to spread the cost.
It was all very much one sided though as the spouse would disappear up the pub as soon as they were open, even on Christmas Day.
After dinner, things deteriorated.
Ah, former life, and one best left behind as the memories would only open old wounds.
Written for FOWC with Fandango — Open