I remember a couple of years back how much of a big deal we always made it out to be.

We made at least five dishes, half of which we didn't even like- it just looked amazing on Facebook (!). I shopped like crazy and came into the New Year with my cards nearly maxed out and guiltily hearing my mom’s oft-repeated admonishment, ‘don’t be a one-day millionaire!’.

Now, we just make sure the main dish is something we love- pork, pork, pork! - with a much simpler menu.

I don’t have Facebook anymore. I only have one credit card (my trusted American Express) and just save up when I want to buy something. And I’m still NOT a millionaire and never will be.

But I’m happier. And exhausted- this fucking heat, the work (which I have to admit I love).

But the holidays are less of a hassle when you put aside your expectations - ever diminishing every year until finally, they’re at a level where they’re supposed to be which is where you are at the moment - and not be burdened by them or by sentiment.

And accepting the fact, that Christmas will never again, be how you used to have it.