2 weeks to go until Christmas! Time to ask the question: which Christmas type are you or run in your family?
The tipsy grandma?
While the rest of the family is still tasting the sauce, she is already on her third glass of eggnog. “A sip for the heart,” she says with shining eyes – and suddenly belts out all three verses of “Es ist ein Ross entsprungen”. Loud and passionate. Nobody minds because Grandma creates the warmth that really makes Christmas. With her it just becomes more comfortable, somehow magical. And when Grandma sinks exhausted into her armchair at the end, everyone knows: Christmas without her? Not possible!
The stressed one-woman show?
She’s been working through shopping lists for days, running from the market to the shops and back. On Christmas Eve, she juggles roasts, side dishes, and her family’s lofty expectations (or is it just her own?). While the children ask when there will finally be food, she fights against the goose – and her nerves. In the end it tastes heavenly. As always. But next year, she vows weakly, there will be only potato salad and sausages. Who believes that…
The relaxed yoga mouse?
“I breathe in love, breathe out stress,” she murmurs as chaos rages around her. Instead of hectic there is meditation, instead of drama there is only deep breaths. The scent of Ayurvedic cardamom cookies wafts through the house as she shifts from tree to warrior pose. Christmas can come – calm, peaceful and completely relaxed. When the others struggle to build the electric railway, she smiles mildly. Because if you’re in Zen inside, you don’t need a switch – the energy flows anyway.
The gift nerd?
He sorted the wish lists back in October – according to priority, budget and color scheme. No tape is crooked, every package is a small work of art. He watches closely as he unpacks and flinches when someone crumples the paper. The mother-in-law asks for the receipt to exchange something? How can she! The mood is over, the glitter in the gift nerd’s eyes goes out, he sits in the corner all evening with a grave expression.
Last minute Santa Claus?
On the 24th at 2 p.m. we quickly go to the drugstore – deodorant, shower gel, scented candle, another photo gift (if the line isn’t too long). Everyone is happy about that, right? At home, everything is quickly wrapped in newspaper (“Sustainable!”) and secured with packing tape. He is proud to have accomplished everything and sits back on the sofa contentedly. He only overlooks one small detail: the price tags are still attached. It doesn’t matter – the gesture counts.
Couch potato?
Christmas market? Way too cold. Ice skating? Far too dangerous. The Christmas shopping has long been done – all online, with express shipping and discount code. Time for your favorite activity: sofa, snacks, streaming. “Three Hazelnuts for Cinderella” is running for the twelfth time, followed by the complete “Harry Potter” series. After all, tradition is tradition. Chips ready, blanket on, cell phone on flight mode – the sacred peace and quiet must not be disturbed under any circumstances.
The unwavering connoisseur?
From mid-November she wears a Christmas sweater and glitter nail polish. Cookie tins are stacked up in the kitchen and the postman has to try them every day – whether he wants to or not. What began with a simple Secret Santa door has already reached Olympic proportions: this year with real snow in front of the door and a hand-tied mini Advent wreath. “Last Christmas” in an endless loop, flickering fairy lights and the smell of cinnamon that almost bites your nose. Last year was more tinsel? Certainly not with her.
The workaholic on forced vacation?
Finally free – theoretically. He practically checks in the morning his mailbox between pine needles and fairy lights. “Just giving you a quick overview,” he mumbles, a little embarrassed. The laptop is ready to hand next to the raclette in case “something urgent comes in”. While others are drinking punch, he is already planning the next quarter and calls it relaxation. Walks in the snow? Meet family? Nice, but inefficient. For him, the only thing that counts is what is clearly scheduled, controlled and budgeted.
So, which type are you?
I think I have a combination of all types in the family… oh dear! The more, the merrier. Lol. Enjoy the peace & quiet. 2 weeks to go 😅
Stuttgart547 