I gave this a lot of thought a few years ago when I felt that all the joy had been wrung out of Christmas for me.
I realized that magic making isn’t particularly compatible with feeling the magic. I realized that my in-laws were going to be what they were going to be and there was nothing to be gained from stressing about them. I realized that Christmas is a ton of work for me.
I also realized that I still like at least the idea of Christmas and I didn’t want to let that go.
So my answer is to spread it out. I know lots of people deal with it by saying “it’s just one day” but for me, I deal with it by considering it a season.
I get as much of the work done as early as I can so that in December I can enjoy the run up with as little stress as possible. Gifts are bought, wrapped, sorted and hidden. This also spreads the cost (as long as I’m very disciplined) and the pain. I try and put a little bit of cash aside so that I have what I need.
I make an effort to do lots of Christmas things with the dc - mostly a Christmas version of ordinary things (like going for a walk in the woods but looking for holly or pine cones, or doing Christmas baking instead of making scones, watching a Christmas movie together or detouring to spot Christmas lights when we’re driving in the evenings.
I grew up with very little so I know how to make do and I’m a bit uncomfortable with excess (I can easily spin this into being environmentally conscious, but it’s mostly rooted in my childhood issues) so I have a weird contrast of expensive glass tree baubles and home made paper decorations.
We had a North Pole breakfast this year using an elasticated bedsheet as a tablecloth, paper snowflakes and paper snowmen tied to the glasses with scarves of red ribbon that cost €1 in Tiger. It looked gorgeous and was a bit of fun.
We made our own crackers for dinner too out of the craft paper rolls inside gift wrap. Decorated with oranges and pine and jute string they looked lovely. If diy isn’t your thing, you can pick up crackers now for next Christmas for very little.
People have often told me that I put in unecessary effort but the thing is I put in the efforts that I enjoy. And I make an effort to enjoy lots of small things even if it’s only for a few moments at a time.
Being absolutely honest, Christmas Day isn’t great but because it’s only a part of the Christmas season, that doesn’t bother me as much any more.
I secretly celebrate other days, quietly, without making it obvious. I love the solstice. Some years we’ve roasted chestnuts or marshmallows on the fire pit, some years I’ve watched the sunrise or sunset, some years I’ve just quietly lit a candle.
I give the dc a small treat on the 5th and have a glass of Baileys or wine to toast La Befana. When I get the packing away finished on the 6th I have an easy evening with a takeaway dinner to celebrate Nollaig na mBan. They’re just daft little things really but because I don’t talk about them, no one can really ruin them either. And because my Christmas isn’t all about Christmas Day, dramas and tantrums on that day aren’t such a big deal either.