The SantaBlog Series, Day 13. (When Comfort Becomes the Best Part of Christmas)

THE SANTABLOG SERIES

DAY 13

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There’s a quieter side to Christmas that doesn’t get talked about enough. It doesn’t sparkle. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t demand plans or effort or energy you don’t have. It just exists in the background, waiting for you to notice it. And for a lot of us, especially as the years go by, that quiet side ends up being the best part of the season.

It usually shows up in the evenings. The kind where the day has finally let go of you. The lights are low. The house feels warmer than the world outside. You’re not rushing anywhere. You’re not trying to make anything special happen. You’re just there, wrapped up, comfortable, letting December settle around you instead of chasing it.

That’s when Christmas feels real.

Somewhere along the way, we got the idea that Christmas had to be busy to be meaningful. That if you weren’t out doing festive things, attending events, ticking boxes, or filling every spare moment, you were somehow doing it wrong. But comfort doesn’t work like that. Comfort doesn’t need effort. It doesn’t need noise. It doesn’t need to be shared or documented. It just needs space.

And December, if you let it, gives you permission to take that space.

There’s something deeply satisfying about an ordinary evening in December. Sitting on the sofa with a blanket you’ve had for years. Eating something simple because you can’t be bothered to cook properly. Watching something familiar that you don’t need to concentrate on. Hearing the wind outside while the room you’re in feels safe and still. These moments don’t look impressive, but they land in your chest in a way that busy Christmas plans sometimes don’t.

They feel earned.

After a long year, comfort becomes more important than excitement. You stop chasing the rush and start appreciating the calm. You realise that doing less isn’t giving up on Christmas, it’s choosing a version of it that actually suits the life you’re living. A version that doesn’t ask you to perform or keep up or push through tiredness just to prove you’re festive enough.

Comfort Christmas is the one where you say no without guilt. Where you leave early if you need to. Where you cancel plans and don’t over explain. Where you choose warmth over obligation and rest over routine. And instead of feeling like you’re missing out, you feel relieved.

Because sometimes the best part of Christmas is not being busy.

It’s letting the season slow you down a little. Letting the evenings stretch. Letting yourself enjoy the fact that the world feels slightly softer in December, even if life hasn’t been particularly kind lately. Comfort doesn’t fix anything, but it gives you a place to breathe. A pause. A moment where nothing is required of you.

And those moments add up.

They become the parts of Christmas you remember. Not the schedules or the stress, but the way it felt to be warm when it was cold outside. The way the lights reflected off the walls. The way time seemed to move differently once the day was done. The way you felt allowed to rest without feeling lazy or behind.

There’s also something quietly joyful about letting comfort be enough. About accepting that you don’t need every day to feel magical. Some days can just feel calm. Some days can just feel safe. Some days can just be about getting through and being okay with that.

Christmas doesn’t lose anything by being gentle. In fact, it gains something. It becomes more personal. More grounding. More honest.

Comfort is where reflection happens naturally. When you’re not rushing, your mind wanders. You think about the year that’s nearly over. About what you carried. About what surprised you. About what you survived without making a big deal of it. These thoughts don’t feel heavy in the same way they might at other times of year. They feel softer, wrapped in the knowledge that the year is almost done and you don’t have to solve everything tonight.

You just have to sit there and exist for a while.

That’s the gift of comfort Christmas. It doesn’t ask you to be better or brighter or more festive. It meets you where you are and says, this is fine. This counts. This matters too.

And maybe that’s why those quiet December evenings feel so good. Because they give you permission to stop trying. To stop striving. To stop measuring yourself against anyone else’s version of the season. They remind you that Christmas doesn’t live in the noise. It lives in the warmth. In the stillness. In the small moments where you feel okay just being yourself.

So if your Christmas looks quieter this year, let it. If it looks simpler, let it. If it looks like early nights, blankets, familiar films, and doing absolutely nothing special, let that be enough.

Because comfort isn’t the absence of Christmas spirit.
For a lot of us, it is the Christmas spirit.

And sometimes, the cosiest version of December is the one you needed all along.

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