it's okay to have a love-hate relationship with December

December. No one said it would be easy. The social obligations, the stress, the great feast of disappointments… But also: the warmth of family, the coziness at home, and the scented candles… December, I love you, but I hate you. And I sense about ten different Kiki's creeping closer during the holidays.

Oh, how rude, of course I'll introduce them.

The hate smurf

That whole forced coziness makes no sense at all, does it? Nothing is more terrible than everyone being cheerful, that everything has to be fun, and that everyone has to keep mentioning it. How cozy and fun it is. Pfff.

The Mariah Carey
Come on with those Christmas tunes. Aaaaall I want fooooh Christmahahaaaas ihihishishisis jooooeehoeeehoeeeeee.

The Scrooge

Everything is expensive. And I'm already broke. Can't I just wrap that gift I got recently from there and there? Or is that too much?

The femme fatale

I'm in the mood for new clothes. Black glittery things. A beautiful dress. Definitely the whole dressing up. Red lips, high heels, beautiful earrings. Damn, is December the month when your sexy alter ego comes out?

The Scrooge 2.0
I'll just wear that dress from last year. It makes no sense to have six glittery things hanging in the closet and buy a seventh.

The slightly aggressive
WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE DAMN CHRISTMAS OUTFIT STRESS? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FUN PARTIES IN DECEMBER? WHAT SHOULD I AAHAAHAAAAN???

The foodie
Hot chocolate, truffle chocolate-covered gingerbread cookies, tea with a gigantic piece of filled speculaas. Pea soup. Kale with sausage. Endive mash. Warm apple pie from the pastry stall. BRING ON THE WINTER.

The guilty foodie

Every Christmas I get fucking nauseous from myself because I can't control myself and I stuff myself.

The Rumag
‘So, what did you get for Christmas?’

‘A belly.’

The melancholic dragon

I actually just think New Year's Eve is a crappy party. While everyone around me is going wild over stuffed eggs, Linda de Mol, New Year's games, and sparklers, I always get a sort of indefinable, unheimlich feeling-lost-and-feeling-blue feeling.

Is it already December? Looking forward to it. I think. Or something. Half. Maybe. Sort of. I think. Sometimes.