You know, it’s that time of the year where you’re happy to forget about every single form of work for the next two weeks, but you realize you’re spending all your free time cooking, preparing the table for the gigantic annual family dinner, eating until your stomach hurts for the next 24 hours and drinking until you can’t remember how many drinks you had—in my case, it’s getting drunk from drinking coke, which is, I admit, very weird.
Then comes the week between the 25th and the 31st, where you have to think about what to wear for the biggest night of the year, and find a way to fit in your favorite suit/dress/ outfit that doesn’t fit anymore because of the crazy amount of turkey and cake you ate.
You party, countdown to zero*, continue to party until the sun rises, go to bed and sleep until 4 in the afternoon and continue eating, before you realize the vacation has ended and that you have to go back to work the next day**.
I almost forgot the resolutions we all decide to take at the beginning of the year but they always seem to follow the equation (Next Monday, I Promise) ∞
But I’m not here to Grinch, I actually love this ritual, because I rarely have the time to spend good times with my family and my friends. Merry late Christmas everyone and happy new year!
*This year is one second longer than the year before, so beware.
**Luckily, my holiday ends in January the 5th instead of January the 2nd.
Meanwhile, I’m not willing to leave the bed for the rest of the week.