When it comes to celebrating a modern Christmas, what once was the beginning is now the end. We carouse through Advent, summit Christmas Day as if it cresting a fairy-lit pinnacle, and spend the next few days in an abyss of faintly guilt-ridden purposelessness. But what if we readjusted our mindsets? What if we accepted that, however many carol services we attend and drinks parties we are invited to, December is actually harder work than we realise. What if we just admitted it, and could begin, just as we used to, with the First Day of Christmas on the 25th and 11 more days of rest stretched comfortably ahead?