The Pressure to Make Christmas Magical and My Brief Obsession With a Snow Machine
Christmas feels different this year. The magic is fading, the boys are growing up, and somehow I’ve become Head of Christmas Magic with no training. Between chasing a film-perfect Christmas, browsing snow machines I don’t need, and remembering how unexpectedly lovely a no-pressure Christmas once was, this is a reflection on letting go of perfection and remembering what actually makes the season magical.