Over the years, I have simplified our Christmas plans - not that they were ever particularly elaborate - I’ve never done an Instagrammable Christmas, or hosted dozens of people, or driven the boys hither and yon on Christmas Day.
This year will be even more simple, but even so, I am finding myself dreading it all - thinking of presents for everyone - dh doesn’t know what he wants - hell, I don’t even know what I want - and both of us have December birthdays so that is two lots of total lack of inspiration, not just one each. Two of our three dses won’t be here - one is going to work abroad, so that is depressing me, even though I am excited for him.
I know I’m more depressed than normal right now, and that is just made worse by long covid and the exhaustion that brings, and the guilt I feel that dh is having to do so much round the house, because I am so incapable right now. I could cook a meal, but it would leave me shaking with exhaustion.
Basically life feels rather shit at the moment, and I just cannot cope with the thought of Christmas.
Tl:dr - even simplifying things doesn’t help much when you feel overwhelmed by everything.