Finally, consider this: you don’t have to go anywhere. The pressure to “celebrate” is just a social construct, like black licorice or wearing pants on a Zoom call. It’s okay to spend December 25th under a blanket, binging a documentary about sea slugs. I’ve done it. I’d do it again.
If someone asks what you did for Christmas, you can say: “I went exploring.” And you won’t be lying. You explored the depths of your own couch and the strange, beautiful quiet of a day when the whole world pauses. That, my friend, is a truly unforgettable destination.
