It’s not only Santa who’s in a giving mood at this time of year.

Here are my hacks to make Christmas (almost) bearable. You can thank me later.


“Chestnuts roasting on an open first, Jack Frost nipping at your toes…”

Admit it, that’s what’s in your head when you think about Christmas, isn’t it? Or, at least, something very similar. For me it’s the celebration at the end of It’s a Wonderful Life; a heart-warming scene filled with happy people enjoying each other’s company.

Here’s my advice, forget all of that.

It won’t help you.

Nobody (outside of the movies) has ever experienced a Christmas like that. Compared to the Hollywood glitter, your festivities are always going to pale. Why not set yourself some realistic (achievable) yuletide goals?

Here are some suggestions:

Limit yourself to just one argument on Christmas day. Your row could be about anything: Brexit, doing the washing up or even who’s better Ant, Dec or Holly Willoughby – it really doesn’t matter. Expect the argument, enjoy it and move on.

Don’t get After Eight angry. Some people will always put empty sleeves back into the box of mints – life’s like that. Don’t get annoyed, simply tip the empty wrappers down the back of the couch and make a mental note to fashion a voodoo doll of the culprit as soon as you can in the New Year.

Create a game that reflects the (less than perfect) realities of life in your family. Turn the negatives of Christmas into a positive by inventing a game that nobody but your family could play. Perhaps a festive cousin of Buckaroo – where you try to hang baubles from your (loudly snoring) grandma’s whiskers without waking her up?

Fun for all the family, I’m sure you’ll agree.


Christmas, like anything else, benefits from planning.

If you’ve got the in-laws coming over, take my advice and greet them at your front-door with a coughing fit. Planting the seed that you might be (a little) unwell will leave you with the perfect (and plausible) excuse to bail if things get intense.

Going to bed ‘sick’, when your house is full of rowing relatives, becomes a shortcut to the perfect solitary Christmas – with time to gorge on Quality Street and avoid the inevitable post-pudding rant about ‘how the country has gone to the dogs’.

NB: This hack comes with a warning. Don’t appear too sick – otherwise you’ll be denied access to alcohol or (even worse) sent to visit the out-of-hours doctor.


The lights go out, a match is struck and the Christmas pudding you spent hours crafting (with more than a little sweat and blood) bursts into a life with a halo of blue flame. There’s an intake of breath as you parade it into the room towards your guests and then a little voice says:

“This is lovely, but I must nip into the lounge, Coronation Street is on.”

The moment has gone, your hard work turns to dust and the strains of the nation’s favourite trumpet solo bring your long planned meal to an abrupt end.

What to watch on the TV and when to turn the old gogglebox on are a perennial source of arguments over the festive period.

So, why not hide the remote? Telling your beloved family members (who will happily put communing with fictional characters above the needs of real people who’ve just spent an arm and a leg hosting them) that unfortunately they can’t watch their beloved soap because the remote control has gone for a Burton will be one of the most gratifying conversations you’ll have over the festive period.

Try it, you’ll enjoy it far more than you ever expected. It’s fun to watch grown adults sulk.


Received a crap present from someone who really should know you better?

We’re all far too polite with presents, that’s my view at least. We say: “Oh, that’s lovely!” and wonder if there’s any space in that drawer.

This year, why not face facts – you’re never going to use that novelty nasal hair trimmer with deluxe egg whisk attachment – so why not pass on the misery to someone else?

There is no shame in regifting. At the end of the day, a present is supposed to be an encapsulation of a relationship. It a physical manifestation of a friendship bond – so if someone, who’s supposed to know you well, gives you some old tat, it’s your duty to get rid (as well as rethink the friendship).

Many advise that regifters should keep a careful note of who bought what in order to ensure you don’t regift to the person who bought the item in the first place. I disagree. Regifting a below par item to the person who gave it to you is the ideal route to take. It’s an Innovations catalogue-shaped wake-up call that they need to put some work in on your friendship.


“Oh I wish it could be Christmas every day…” sang Wizzard, back in the 70’s.

This bizarre notion has never been a wish of mine. If I came face to face with the genie of the lamp, a request for a Groundhog Day-like existence, based around December the 25th, would be the very last thing on my mind.

I can think of few things worse!

My final hack is to remember that Wizzard’s perverse request never came true. It isn’t Christmas every day. Christmas, like everything else, passes.

So if the festive season is getting you down, think of January.


Well whoever is getting on your nerves during the festive season, will, very shortly be going through hell with their new gym membership and attempts at a fitness regime. They’ll be drinking nothing but kale smoothies and detoxing like it’s going out of fashion.

Yes, January is nature’s revenge upon those who make Christmas an ordeal for the rest of us!

Happy Christmas Everyone!


The Out Of Depth Dad

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