Cat Thompson

Adults are mythical creatures who make it up as they go along. At least, that's the story I'm sticking to.

With the climate crisis hovering like a big grey cloud and news of nuclear Christmases and boycotters in the air, the pressure to keep Christmas a low-key, sustainable affair is increasingly unavoidable.

The stop-starts of the last two years makes them seem like one gloopy mess; like a melted chocolate bar we’re lapping up from the creases as best we can. With that lovely analogy in mind, it’s easy to question ‘what have I actually done?’

After the car crash that was 2020, many of us more than ever, will be eager to retreat into the tingly warmth of Christmas past. But, with more lockdown uncertainty looming, could this do more harm than good?

As trees shed the last of their blazing plumes and nights descend deeper into darkness, it’s all too easy to dwell on the drudging winter ahead.