My Christmas Confession
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I’ll start by coming straight to the point: I don’t actually like Christmas. There, I said it. For me, it mostly feels like… a lot. Who visits whom, on which day, at what time, and somehow it always overlaps.
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No matter how well you plan, someone ends up disappointed, or an entire carefully constructed schedule collapses like a bad game of Jenga.
In the Netherlands, we really commit. We have Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Second Christmas Day. Yes. Three. OMG. That third installment, however, we quietly canceled years ago. These days, Second Christmas Day is reserved for lying on the couch in a socially, emotionally, and gastronomically overfed state, barely moving, surrounded by crumbs and good intentions.
What also gets me is that Christmas often feels like an obligation. It has to be cozy because it’s Christmas. There must be an impressive, frankly unnecessary, amount of food and drinks. The table should visibly suffer under the excess, and the gifts need to threaten structural damage under the tree. Sometimes it feels less like a celebration and more like a performance, starring everyone pretending this is all very relaxed.
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No matter how well you plan, someone ends up disappointed, or an entire carefully constructed schedule collapses like a bad game of Jenga.
In the Netherlands, we really commit. We have Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Second Christmas Day. Yes. Three. OMG. That third installment, however, we quietly canceled years ago. These days, Second Christmas Day is reserved for lying on the couch in a socially, emotionally, and gastronomically overfed state, barely moving, surrounded by crumbs and good intentions.
What also gets me is that Christmas often feels like an obligation. It has to be cozy because it’s Christmas. There must be an impressive, frankly unnecessary, amount of food and drinks. The table should visibly suffer under the excess, and the gifts need to threaten structural damage under the tree. Sometimes it feels less like a celebration and more like a performance, starring everyone pretending this is all very relaxed.
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No matter how well you plan, someone ends up disappointed, or an entire carefully constructed schedule collapses like a bad game of Jenga.
In the Netherlands, we really commit. We have Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Second Christmas Day. Yes. Three. OMG. That third installment, however, we quietly canceled years ago. These days, Second Christmas Day is reserved for lying on the couch in a socially, emotionally, and gastronomically overfed state, barely moving, surrounded by crumbs and good intentions.
What also gets me is that Christmas often feels like an obligation. It has to be cozy because it’s Christmas. There must be an impressive, frankly unnecessary, amount of food and drinks. The table should visibly suffer under the excess, and the gifts need to threaten structural damage under the tree. Sometimes it feels less like a celebration and more like a performance, starring everyone pretending this is all very relaxed.
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