As far as I can tell, there are two schools of thought for how to handle your schedule on Christmas Eve:
First, that your holiday has already begun. As such, you will sit on a comfortable couch as often as possible, for as long as possible, with a mug of something warm or a glass of something utterly enjoyable always in your hand. You will do a modicum of work, as you have done for a long stretch of time, to keep the holidays running smoothly. Otherwise, you will listen to holiday music, talk with friends and family you may not have seen in a while, watch a traditional film or two, and enjoy your day.
Second, that if you work hard enough, fast enough, recklessly enough, you can do up all the work that you will have to do for the next five days. You have the self-control not to pull your hair out, and relaxation feels so much sweeter after having run about like a scurry of squirrels for hours and hours and hours and hours. Christmas will come tomorrow, with hours of peace. For now, you choose to pretend that the world is ending at midnight, and you have a lot to do before you watch this hunk of rock turn to ash.
I’ll give you one guess, based on the lateness of this post, and the frantic energy of its sentences, to guess which one my family subscribes to.
I like it.