Stay safe mate.
I do not miss one bit having to be in and on over Christmas.
One of my strongest memories is reading a detailed and frankly horrific child sex abuse statement on Christmas Eve as this played in the background of the CID office on the radio before we had to saddle up. I hate the song, it now brings on a thousand-yard stare for me.
That was more cheerful than a suicide I was first on scene to another year, I could still see the bubbles coming up to the surface where he'd jumped in. I spent Christmas eve in the mortuary doing the dead hand fingermarks.
And then the fuckwittery of New Year's Eve. I can vividly remember the 2006 New Year eve as central London borough CID officer. I had a busier shift than 7/7. From assaults to rapes, and several hundred fighting in a hotel which was cleared by Commissioners reserve. Me and my oppo were in raid caps and vests helping at the urgent assistance punching anything not in a emergency services uniform.
Stay Safe.