In my estimation, this year Christmas will be a lot like the time I lost my virginity; strange and underwhelming. What is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, in true 2020 style, Christmas this year will sadly be robbed of all its usual wonders.
This isn’t to say that Christmas this year won’t be fun. I am a firm believer in the ‘Only boring people get bored’ sentiment. I think Christmas this year will be whatever we decide to make of it. But one thing is true; it won’t be the Christmas we’re all used to.
Usually, when the world isn’t riddled with a deathly virus, my favourite part of Christmas is Christmas Eve. On the 24th of December my friends and I have a tradition of going to the Boston; an old mans pub in Tufnell Park, North London. Everyone I know from this one pocket of London I grew up in goes to the Boston on Christmas Eve. It is the biggest night on the social calendar, mainly because its a night which is bound to produce gossip. People snog, they break up, get back together, and there are just so many fights. On Christmas eve I personally drink so much booze, and chat so much shit, that's when I roll home at 3 in the morning on Christmas Day I’ve lost both my voice, my dignity, and my mum’s approval of me.
This year, Christmas Eve will likely not be spent in a rammed pub because well, that would be Covid central. Christmas Crackers will be swapped for bottles of hand sanitiser, and kissing strangers under the mistletoe will seem like a pipe dream for single people. So how do we cope with such a dramatic shift? How do we get through Christmas time with our families, some of whom we’ve spent the entire year locked inside with? Here are some of my top tips: