Christmas is not the one day when everything has to be perfect.
Tattoo this on the inside of your eyelids:
I CANNOT MAKE THE PEOPLE AROUND ME HAPPY. Now say it like you mean it.
It’s nice that you want to. (well, sort-of)
… But it’s completely out of your control.
Even if you open a vein and bleed into each individually-rolled salmon pinwheel, it will not be enough.
No amount of trilling, charades or offers of tea will disguise the fact that Uncle Sam is an alcoholic.
John will hate what you buy him and ask for the gift receipt.
The right pair of socks will not provoke grandad to finally say he loves you.
Jenny will pick at a salad. And in the morning you’ll find the empty wrappers.
Your mother will tell you she wanted a boy.
…and if you try to fix them
if you try to make it perfect,
your head will. actually. explode.
Step away from the queues and the expectations
Run to the manger.
To the Christmas marked ‘He Is Enough’ – and, – ‘Out of My Hands’.
The government is on His shoulders. Not yours. But no matter how hairy it gets, He’s with you in the mess.