I’m writing this post on Christmas Eve, watching my final Christmas film of the Christmas countdown that me and my sister do. And I’m struck by how unlike Christmas it feels.

I know they say as you get older Christmas becomes less Christmas, but I don’t think I believed it until it started to happen. And I don’t think loosing my mum helped the Christmas spirit stay.

So I guess this post is not very disability or inclusivity focused. It’s just to say Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to anyone reading this.

And try not to feel bad if you’re not feeling Christmassy about Christmas. Your only requirement is to make the best you can of the holiday, and to be kind to yourself while doing it.