When I was a kid, it was all a load of pomp and bullshit leading up to the day courtesy of my mother. Everything was all for show, pretty much, all glitz and glam and over the top, as was commonplace. Big party on Christmas Eve, all of the cousins round on Christmas Day, and then another party on Boxing Day.
As an adult, my family do it pretty low-key now. We’ll try and see all of the important relatives before Christmas, and spend Christmas day just me, my husband and the kids. We need it this year especially considering we’re going into Christmas with a newborn. We’ll be just chilling this time around, husband is taking the older kids to his mum’s for a few hours in the evening too so I can have some rest with the baby. Mother has invited us round to hers for Christmas dinner for the first time in years (probably so she can get her claws into “her new grandbaby”) but we very quickly and politely declined the offer.
Honestly, were it not for having kids, I’d probably eschew the festive shit all together. I’ve done enough visits to Santa for a lifetime and, depending how long the new hatchling believes in him for, I’m looking at potentially another 7-10 years of it (eldest stopped believing around 10 years old and the twins have only recently given up hope of the magical fat fuck in the sky). I’m just tired of it all.
