How to survive Christmas 2025 lunch happily

At Christmas, the world is divided into three categories: those who celebrate with the Christmas Eve dinner, those who stake everything on the lunch on the 25th, and the superheroes capable of tackling the 24th/25th dinner-lunch double-header without batting an eyelid. My family belongs to the second group, with a footnote. We sit down to eat around one o'clock and reach the coffee stage after 4 pm, telling ourselves: "Oh, we won't eat tonight," but in the meantime, the final arrangements are made for round two the next day—the famous leftovers lunch—just to spend a bit more time together.

 

I have no scientific evidence, but judging by how tight my waistband feels, I can safely say that on the 26th I always end up eating more than on the 25th, and I’ll even venture a guess as to why.

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The Perfect Christmas lunch outfit

On Christmas Day, we are focused on making everything run smoothly to leave a good memory for posterity. I am lucky to have a lovely family; we are good, kind, and well-mannered people, we genuinely like each other and are happy to see one another, so on paper, there shouldn't be any issues. The difficulty lies in the blending of habits, whims, frustrations, and the small quirks of adults, each with a different lifestyle.

It always fascinates me to observe how much we three siblings have such different ideas and passions, despite having grown up together having the time of our lives. Then add in wives, husbands, children, and grandchildren, and it’s easy to feel overwhelmed. My Achilles' heel is punctuality. I wake up early so as not to betray the ritual of the Christmas morning run. I get back, shower, have a light breakfast, and at that point, I should be well on track because, to avoid upsetting the "young girl" of the house too much (our mother, 99 in March), for a few years now we have been going out for lunch.

 

Instead, that is the most dangerous moment: the fit check before heading out. Usually, I start thinking about the Christmas look quite a while beforehand. I confess that I even refrain from revealing the ones on my Christmas shortlist to the family, so as not to spoil the "Ohhh, you look so goooood!" effect, and the night before I pull everything out of the wardrobe so I can get dressed in a flash the next day.

Well, two out of three times, something goes wrong—say, a tiny smudge on the shirt cuff, never noticed before and now glaringly obvious. Or, quite simply, a brand-new pair of tights gets a ladder because of my ring shaped like a dolphin dancing in the waves. And if it isn't a matter of clothes, it’s all too easy to get lost in replying to friends' well-wishes and end up being late. At that point, I scramble (uselessly) to make up for lost time and, while driving to the restaurant, I pray that something similar has happened to the others.

 

Sometimes my prayers are answered; if not, then a countermove must be devised. First of all, send word so those already there can set their minds at rest and, if possible, ensure the most punctual members are served a nice glass of fizz while they wait to soothe their understandable annoyance. Upon arrival, (sincere!) apologies are a must, and immediately after, the room must be scanned to identify the most uncomfortable, cold, or high-traffic seat, and offer to take it to compensate for the foul.

 

The golden rules for Christmas lunch with the family

There are still a few golden rules I stick to during Christmas lunch: take turns giving attention to everyone, don’t interrupt whoever is speaking, and don’t get annoyed if someone does it to me. The last one, and for me the most fundamental: never drink water after eating panettone, at the risk of the unpleasant sensation of feeling as bloated as a hot air balloon. Again, don’t ask me for evidence of food chemistry; I just know that if I stick to only champagne after the dessert, I feel wonderful. Or perhaps I’m just a bit more tipsy and sink happily into the lounge armchairs for the afternoon chats.

Oh, one more thing regarding the outfit, at the risk of sounding pedantic: no restrictive clothing, and a monument should be built to one of the greatest inventions of tailoring: the drawstring! How I love it when I loosen it to ease the pressure a bit! And I love all of you who, over this year, have had the kindness to read my semi-serious, funny, and hopefully in some way useful stories. Always written from the heart.

 

Happy Christmas, world!

 

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Cristina Manfredi: Who is the pen behind the Marina Rinaldi New Fashion Journal?

Originally from Biella and Milanese by choice, she is a fashion, lifestyle and society journalist with a vibrant, upbeat attitude. She worked as a journalist for Milano Finanza Fashion before moving to Vanity Fair, later resigning to focus on personal projects, including writing, tango, running, and spending time with her beloved cats. Today she is a contributor to Vanity Fair, L’Officiel, Marie Claire and the Style Magazine - Corriere della Sera.