December is easily the best month of the year. The other 11 months of the year are just a huge build-up for the real jewel in the calendar. But when it comes to December itself, there’s definitely an unspoken rating system for each of the days. For instance, Boxing Day is the absolute worst. You know it’s almost time to go back to school/work/college. Everyone’s feeling a bit jaded and worn-out from the festivities. You’re just waiting for the family tensions to boil over and for a civil war to break out. Eurgh. If there’s ever a day to sleep through, it’s that one.
As for the best day? That’s an easy one. It’s obviously Christmas Eve, right? Everything’s still to come, it’s so bloomin’ exciting, and you know that Santa will be here in a matter of hours. It’s all too much to take in. Here are just four reasons why Christmas Eve is the best.
All the anticipation
Oh my gosh the excitement. There’s anticipation for The Big Day. Anticipation for seeing family. Anticipation for present exchanging. Anticipation for a day off. Anticipation for a day of stuffing yourself silly with mince pies and chocolates. You know you’ve got all this to come, and your body is frizzling with excitement. You basically revert to a 5-year-old child. And it takes every ounce of your being not to spontaneously combust with excitement.
December 25th is all well and good, but you’re painfully aware that in just a few short hours it’ll all be over. And then you’ll have to wait 365 days to do it all over again.
No one can say Christmas movies aren’t socially acceptable
There’s always some naysayer in the family who revels in telling you that it’s “way too early” to get the Christmas movies out. But on Christmas Eve it’s anyone’s game. Enjoy your Die Hard (not a euphemism). Watch Home Alone 2 for the 5,000th time. Recite Elf word-for-word to your family. You’ve got to channel your Christmas spirit somehow.
Everything feels a bit more alive
We’re a big fan of the “no creature was stirring, not even a mouse” feeling on Christmas morning. But never a year goes by when we have a near-heart attack at 10am. Usually when we realise we’ve forgotten something like a gift for mum. Or a turkey for dinner. Or, heaven forbid, batteries for our Christmas presents. At least on Christmas Eve we feel like we’ve still got a few more hours to get our shit together.
Christmas Eve traditions with the kids…
…or adults who think they’re still 5 years’ old. Christmas Eve gives you free rein to do things that you can’t do for the other 364 days of the year, like leaving out milk and cookies for the big guy in the red suit. And leaving out fake reindeer pooh for kids to find (…just our family? Anyone?)