The Way I Spend The Holidays Makes People Uncomfortable. Here's Why I Love It So Much.

It’s Christmas morning, and after a lovely Christmas Eve filled with gifts and heavy appetisers and pomegranate martinis at my dad and bonus mom’s house last night, I have not set an alarm. I wake up naturally, slide the breakfast casserole and cinnamon rolls in the oven, pour myself a giant cup of coffee, feed the cats, light a candy cane candle, and crawl back into bed to read for an hour. The silver tinsel tree in my room sparkles as I snuggle under a velvet green comforter with my phone on Do Not Disturb.