There, I said it. I don’t celebrate it for religious reasons, I don’t have (and want) an advent calendar and you won’t see me wearing a Christmas jumper. When I was a child, my mom did try to explain the story behind Christmas and Jesus etc, and I remember crawling in a corner of the room, crying my eyes out because I felt sorry for the man.

Christmas in our household is basically all about my second favorite F-word. FOOD! Eat until you have to unzip your jeans. It starts with a nice breakfast, our parents give us some presents (we’re placing an order on Sephora soon! *omg*) and at night we’ll have a dinner party with my grandparents but that’s about it. I don’t really get why you would need Christmas to get together, you have 365 days to do so.

I find the holidays extremely stressful. Not because I need to finish my Christmas shopping but because I feel Christmas is pushed upon us. Every advert, every song, it’s everywhere. Also, all of my friends are loved up which leaves me by myself. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that completely and I’m very happy for them but it makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me. It happens quite often that they have to cancel because of that.

Adding to that, the endless questions of family members you only see a couple of times a year: ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend yet? When are you graduating? When are you moving out?’ You can ask me all you want but it does pressure me in some way because I have to answer every question with ‘I don’t know’ and that somehow feels wrong.

I do love the cozy feeling Christmas brings. I like decorating the tree (just because I’m very creative and I like to be in charge of that), I love the fairy lights I’ve hung up in my room but that doesn’t make me love Christmas. Maybe one day I’ll change my mind, but for now it’s something I dread and I can’t wait for it to be over.

I’m sorry if you love Christmas, I do wish you lovely days but I wish you that every day, not just those 2 days in December.

Manouk -x-