I have no "most memorable" memories of Christmas Eve. I've certainly had some fine ones, but I've also had some that sucked.
My memory doesn't dwell on the latter, although I can tell you that one fine Christmas Eve, when I was assigned to a radio station in northern Italy in 1973, I was informed that I was not only working a double shift that day, but that I was working another on Christmas Day. After all, I was told, I was a single man and most the rest of the staff was married...and some even had children (though only two out of eight). I would get, I was told, New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.
I said I understood, but the fact was that I was supposed to have Christmas Day off and both New Year's Eve and New Year's Day because of the rotation we worked. As it turned out, I got the brunt of the holiday hours along with two other single folks. And that included having to work New Year's Eve, as well.
I nipped that crap in the bud in the next year...I learned I was pulling 48-hour work weeks while some on the staff barely pulled 30 hours.
I delivered an ultimatum, I took instant leave without their consent (although the station manager approved it) and when I returned, I found things much-improved and a lot more fair.
And it all linked back to a rather dismal Christmas Eve.
Now...aren't you sorry BK asked???!!!