I’d had enough of the cost, the time, the planning and the stress. It used to be simple and magical but it felt exhausting last year, just too much. This year, I’m taking DH and four teens (!) to Australia to see my cousins instead (with an inheritance from my lovely godmother, who loved travel.)
No cards sent, one small gift each, not even a packet of Christmas pudding flavoured white Stilton, no decorations. Everyone seems perfectly happy about it.
We can’t go to overseas every year but I am a convert to pared down Christmases.
I know some people choosing a different Christmas because of grief, illness or just because they are tired of it all. Anyone here?