It's not about the turkey
Spotted yesterday during a sporadic foray into FB a link to a story in A Certain UK Tabloid that we do not name and would rather not give the hits, about people - specifically, women - who have taken to charging their relatives who come for Christmas dinner.
Admittedly £60 per head, one of the amounts cited, seems steep, cue for comments about the actual cost of the ingredients, and what one might expect for that sort of sum.
But I couldn't help thinking beyond the general tone of Ebenezer Scrooge (pre-ghost) Award of Shame to a) that huge conversation about emotional labour and b) the increasing volume as the season drew near of familial horror stories or grim anticipations of same.
And the assumption that if a particular member of the kinship network is Designated Provider of Christmas Cheer, they do this entirely for love with a gladsome seasonal song upon their lip
I could even see that 'wouldn't do it if you paid me' might segue into 'well, okay, if you paid me for the hassle and stress and general inconvenience, if you really want to have Ye Trad Xmas as we have always had'.
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