Which words fill you with dread at Christmas?

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’Glass baubles’ - half smashed when I reopened the box from last year

’Nibbles’ - sweaty little finger bowls housing minuscule foods. Must compliment delicious finger bowl spread & ooze gratitude.

’A festive walk’ - Not just any walk. Must include the word wholesome & festive numerous times with an Insta reel to boot.

’Dry turkey’ - Guzzling wine just to get the turkey down. Sloshed in record time.

‘It’s just a little something’ - £50 present from that overbearing person you try to keep a respectful distance from all year & feeling beholden to them forevermore 😭

Oh god yes - and it’s often a mass-produced frozen and reheated abomination. With cranberries in it.

This. Same goes for MIL every time she goes on holiday. Problem is she’s always going on holiday!

"What are you doing for Christmas?"

Nothing, as I'm on my own. I'm fine most of the year but Christmas really brings it home to me. I really wish pp wouldn't ask.

“Let’s play . . .”

No. Let’s not. Leave me to my stupor. Regimented fun is only fun for the major general enforcing it.

"Isn't this jolly?"
NO. I'm stuck here with surly in-laws who I'd usually cross the street to avoid. But here we are, cooped up together so you can have the illusion of a jolly family Christmas.

I hate the inevitable‘Christmas is not about what’s under the tree but who is around it’.

when you have no family it cuts deep.

What would you like to see on a Christmas menu for vegetarians?

let's play a board game arghhhh no let me have some peace and quiet and read my kindle let's watch a film errr noo because I just fall asleep let's go for a walk errr no it's freezing

Christmas movie.

Just call it a film!

Elf on the shelf

"Well, here we all are then..."

"trimmings"

Hearing ‘What’s for dinner?’ on Christmas Eve when you’ve broken your back cleaning the house and prepping the next day’s food, wrapping gifts and doing the Christmas table and fending DH off nibbling the gammon.

Also dread ELF the movie. I hate it with a passion.

Let's play a fun game.
Go on .... open it.

I'm currently in a deep trough of despair. I loathe everything about the run up to Christmas.

Work nibbles

So this

Æbleskiver. They taste nice, but I can't deal with the consistency.

Baking Christmas treats.

Secret Santa.

Brussel Sprouts.

Boxing Day sales

Oh so much this.
Now I am old I say cheerily - “God sorry it’s my one day off as I’m working Christmas. I won’t be around. Tuesday evening ok?)

Oh and stress free Christmas. Just fuck off with your patronizing twee shit.

“Popping round with a gift “ is the worst. I had a bare acquaintance who I ended up
in a doom loop of beautifully packaged gift buying for no reason at all. We never even speak in the year.

Also for the people i don’t mind buying for will forget my house will be a scheduled mess. We always go away Christmas week to stay with family . Packing for a Christmas in a Airbnb, plus working all week means the house isn’t up for hosting ( lots of laundry and boxes of food) and my fridge is being run down.

‘Work meal out’. One year it was a pub that specialised in roasts. I didn’t fancy Christmas dinner so ordered a ‘small plate’ and was driving so no drinking for me. My choice, I know. Another like minded colleague did the same, with soup and a roll.
So, a bargainous ‘let’s call it £30 each’ for basically a starter and some tap water!

Glamorgan sausages made in house is always a winner in my book