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The non judgemental Christmas

My own little present 
The non-judgemental Christmas.

To the ones who go over the top.

To the ones who are 4 days behind with everything.

To the ones trekking out to do the food shop on Christmas Eve.

To the one who wish the kids were back at school already.

To the ones missing out because of work.

To the ones who are at home wishing they were out on the piss.

To the last-minute ones wrapping and assembling on Christmas Eve.

To the ones doing it on their own.

To the ones who really can’t be arsed to move the elf of the shelf and haven’t got a Christmas Eve box.

To the ones who just want a drink.

To the ones dreading seeing the family and cooking the lunch.

To the ones who forgot the batteries.

To the ones who cannot stand to watch the C Beebies panto one more time.

To the ones battling their own demons and putting on a brave face.

To the ones who are spending it in hospital.

To the ones missing those who are not here.

To the ones who don’t know if they can make it through the day.

To the ones who don’t want to face the awkward questions.

To the ones who ate their kid’s advent calendars.

To the ones who feel like it isn’t enough, like they are not enough.

To the ones who compare themselves to everyone and feel inferior.

To the ones celebrating baby’s first Christmas and realising you spent too much money.

To the ones whose Turkey is overcooked.

To the ones whose cat ate the ham.

To the ones Instagramming everything, and the ones having some downtime.

To the breastfeeding mamas, and formula feeding papas getting up in the night.

To the single parents, grandparents and everyone in-between.

To the pregnant ones craving a drink and chucking up their Christmas dinner in a bush.

There is no judgement here and none of us can be arsed, roll on Boxing Day and get the gin!

Happy Christmas and thank you to each and everyone of you who has read my articles and posts, supported me, encouraged me, and told me to keep going this year when I wanted to give up on it all- thank you! x

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