“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” Say it again. Sing it even. Louder. Turn up Bing Crosby, don your Christmas jumper, some sparkly earrings, and eat a mince pie for goodness sake. Now hold your head up high, strap yourself in and climb aboard the Christmas Train (wreck) - bound for festive parties, managing tricky relatives and sugar-high children; endless to-do lists, decking the halls and cranking the carols.
Don’t misunderstand me - Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year for me. Every year, however, I do also forget how exhausting it is, and try to remind myself not to put too much pressure on us all to have the most gloriously cliched memory-making moments through the holiday season.
Christmas can be like a concentrated 3-day Olympic Ceremony - there’s an obligation for the host and the participants to get it right - for diplomatic relations, for everyone to win something and get on the podium; to make it joyful, inclusive, stylish even!