Merry Christmas ya filthy animals

Christmas, apparently, is meant to be calm, cosy and filled with Grinch pyjamas and perfectly iced biscuits.

In reality, it is powered by caffeine, passive-aggressive supermarket aisles, forgotten batteries, and at least one emotional wobble in the car park.

This year, I am choosing good enough over perfect, boundaries over burnout, laughter over pretending, and rest over people-pleasing.

If you are holding it all together with a to-do list, I see you.

If you are quietly surviving rather than thriving, you are not failing.

If you are showing up in any way at all, that counts.

May your wine be cold, your roast be forgiving, your children and pets sleep past 6am, and your relatives behave themselves (or at least leave early).

And if all else fails, remember: it is just one day, and January comes with fresh starts and fewer expectations.

Merry Christmas.

Frankly FiFi G

xoxo 💋