Does the thought of having Christmas at your house make you:
1. Want to set your hair on fire;
2. Uncork the closest bottle;
3. Contemplate sticking pins in your eyes; or
4. Head for the nearest airport?
We all feel a little rabbit-in-the-headlights at the thought of being responsible for the Christmas Feast, even me who cooks for a living. What happens if you bugger it up? You’ll ruin everyone’s Christmas and become a social pariah, never to be trusted again. The Grinch Who Stole Christmas! Hardly….
Why is it that we put so much pressure on ourselves for Christmas Day? It’s not as if we don’t have enough to completely stress us out at this time:
– Getting together with your family
– Playing nice with his family
– Finding the perfect gift for everyone in your family (because you love them), his family (because you have to), your besties (can’t live without them), the kids’ teachers (you may get them next year), the crappy kris kringle at work (god, who invented that?), the guy who makes your coffee every morning (best to keep him happy), your hairdresser (best not to annoy her – GI Jane’s not a good look), your doctor (coming up to pap test time, want it to go smoothly), the garbage man (so could not live without him) and the dog (the only one who loves you no matter what you say to her)