As a child, I loved taking part in the church play my parents organised. The fact that he, a fiftysomething, has agreed to act in the nativity play again. Christmas morning is not about exchanging presents or making the stuffing or gleefully opening the extra-large window in the advent calendar you forgot the previous day. Well, several gulps of rejuvenating Swedish air led to an epiphany: I missed the play because it sums up my family Christmas. More, it sums up the strange pull of the frazzled family Christmas, full stop.

Source: The Guardian December 15, 2018 06:00 UTC