“Oh I wish it could be Christmas every dayyy” pumps out of speakers in most supermarkets as consumers dash about in a mad frenzy. Forget Black Friday, it’s easy to feel Blue Monday coming on if you’re not careful.
The thing with Christmas is, along with the merriment and over-indulgence, comes a sense of (sometimes forced) jubilation. Sure, we can see the magic in a star-scattered night that promises Father Christmas’ impending arrival, but for those who are experiencing PND it can bring a world of expectation that reality just can’t meet.
The festive season can prompt more than indigestion. It can bring with it a rising swell of anxiety or even dread at the thought of hosting the family cohort and the promise of a ‘perfect day’. I hate to dwell on the ‘p’ word but it is at the root of a lot of our sliding self esteem.
So this year, whether you’re expecting a baby (says the girl with six weeks to go unless nature intervenes with an impromptu nativity scene in Cheshire) or you have a brood of young’uns…remember to put things in perspective. Don’t pile on the expectations, or put yourself last in the whole equation. Share the duties, take time out, relax, hell…eat chocolate.
Let’s remember what this is truly about. It’s not about the latest Octonaut toy, the most extravagant Christmas lights or the mother of all plentiful feasts. It’s about goodwill to all. And that has to be a good thing.
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