Let’s Be More Open About Why Some People Might Not Enjoy The Festive Season

Christmas can either be a magical time or a time to dread.

Even though it’s just one day out of 365, it seems that earlier and earlier every year it’s everywhere you turn and sometimes that can be difficult for some. As I mentioned in a recent post, I’m more in camp dread.

I didn’t always feel this way about Christmas though. It used to be my favourite time of year.

As children, me & my brothers opened all of our presents at home on Christmas morning with my mum and dad, sometimes getting up at 3 am wondering if Father Christmas had been.

Then we would go to my Nan and grandads for Christmas dinner, usually taking one of our new toys with us and wearing a brand new outfit. After our delicious Christmas dinner, mountains of sugary goodness and a Christmas day film we’d walk around the corner to see my other nan and grandad for more gifts and sugar.

All the houses had Christmas cards covering every shelf, Christmas chains hanging from the ceiling and tinsel everywhere and there was a magical feeling in the air.

That was how I spent every Christmas until I reached my early twenties and I enjoyed every single one of them.

We lost my Nan when I was 23, the following year my other Nan and grandad moved away and my mum started to do Christmas dinner at home. I moved out and would get up early…