No, I don't mean Covid. I mean Christmas itself AS an illness, a mental illness.
For years between the 70's and 80's, my parents would take the whole family to Lincoln Center in NYC to see The Nutcracker. Now I love classical music but tend to prefer opera to ballet. Still, as saccharin as Tchiakovsky's holiday romp is, it is as forgivable as opting for slightly sweeter cocktails around the tree. But there's still a difference between being an adult and enjoying a seasonal cookie with some extra sugar sprinkled on top and opting instead for a cupful of sugar with a couple of cookie crumbs on top. One is an indulgence, the other is a sign of a problem.