Christmas Day for non Christmassers

I have my family coming over on Christmas Day. This is not supposed to be the same thing as Coming Over For Christmas. Granted, my niece and nephew, who I love dearly, are coming, and we haven't seen them for yonks as they are both at university doing what older nieces and nephews do, and I am so honoured by their prospective presence - after all, I would have understood totally if they had planned to spend their Xmas break dressed in togas pogo-ing to Jason Derullo while swigging tequila out of fetid beer glasses (I may REALLY be showing my age here). And I have put together some pretty awesome party games, including my most epic pass the parcel EVER, and do not pretend for a moment that the best pass the parcel does not take hours of skill in choosing the right prizes, identifying the best forfeits, wrapping it so that things don't fall out of the sides or the paper doesn't tear too soon. And I have bought three different kinds of Christmas crackers, including ones which have Cluedo figures inside them so that you can play the game. But it still isn't coming over for Christmas. We don't do Christmas. We don't have turkey, we have bagels and smoked salmon, though on this occasion I am leafing through Yotam Ottolenghi's Jerusalem cookery book to see how to spice up my non Christmas Day dinner with some Middle Eastern spice just to underline how Not Christmas this is (arguably I am risking turning my lunch into a more authentic Christmas than most turkey guzzling Christians will be - Bethlehem and all that - I'll bet that barn STANK of za'atar).  There won't be gifts, though of course one of the epic features of my Pass The Parcel is that there will be something in there for everyone - nothing expensive mind, just deconstructed swiss army knives, real sized chocolate cameras, hilarious strawberry chocolate false teeth etc...) We will not be watching the Queen's Speech as instead we are going to play table tennis and bounce on my trampoline, waving sparklers, though of course we will end up watching the Queen's Speech later as the BBC will make damn sure it's on every news channel for hours after it is broadcast.  And it will be much less stressful than the usual Christmas day lunch because I won't have started prepping for it 3 months ago with my carefully stored brandy soaked Christmas pudding, studded with raisins and old coins and bits of twigs and whatever the hell else goes into a Christmas pudding. No, I will be throwing together my chocolate krantzcakes which require prepping a full 24 hours beforehand so the dough can rise overnight, and then I will make peanut butter squares, Nutella cheesecake, and a diabetic version for my Dad, and then maybe some Rocky Road....so much easier, right? Yeah. I know. I am TOTALLY kidding myself. Sigh. Apron on.