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Once upon a time, Christmas was an opportunity to treat yourself to all the things you couldn't normally afford - plenty of meat, chocolates, rich puddings, fancy foreign booze and all that. These days, most of us can afford to eat like kings whenever we feel like it, hence the obesity crisis.
If you try and make Christmas special, I think you're setting your self up for disappointment. There just isn't very much left that constitutes a special treat any more. I'd much rather have a nostalgic Christmas. What better way to introduce someone to a British Christmas celebration than to re-create how you remember Christmas from when you were a kid?
I often visit people over Christmas who have clearly made far too much effort. Their living room looks like something out of a magazine, their kids are all in matching Christmas jumpers, they've made posh canapés and special ginger biscuits and all that. How are those people going to feel in the dreary lull between Christmas and New Year? How are they going to exceed themselves next year? If you have the same slightly depressing Christmas that you always have, then there's no pressure. It's comfy and cozy in a half-arsed sort of way. If your expectations are low enough, you'll never be disappointed.
Have a shit Christmas, lads. It's much more fun. Get a straggly tree and cover it in poundshop tinsel, buy some Eat Me dates and a bag of satsumas, make some paper chains with coloured paper and pritt-stick. Crack out the Scrabble and have a blazing row about the rules. Wake up on Boxing Day with a nasty hangover, bad indigestion and a sense of vague existential dread, then get stuck straight into the Baileys and the leftover turkey. Chin up, because in less than a week you'll spend £20 to get into a Yates' and spend the whole night desperately waiting to get served.