We’re on the verge of hitting wind-down time to coincide with the fat man in red slipping down our non-existent chimney. Except that we’re anything but wound down. Instead we are MAXED out and I wholeheartedly blame technology.

Yes - I know - without Amazon we would be a different sort of frazzled and at least the odd e-Christmas card has prevented some degree of RSI. But there is no doubt in my mind that with omnipresent technology, we are dangerously close to spiraling out of control.

Picture this. The presents are wrapped, Ocado has delivered, the cranberry sauce is made, the table is laid and, with ‘A Wonderful Life’ on the box, all is calm, peaceful and quiet. But… there you are on the sofa, snuggled up with your loved ones, losing out on the precious moment as you OBSESSIVELY check your Instagram feed (keeping track of those supposedly having more fun) or instead tweet some alcohol fuelled almost-wit.

I think they now call this Status Anxiety as we struggle to show the (social media) world that we still exist. Or is it that we are suffering from a bad case of FOMO (fear of missing out) as we feel compelled to comment willy-nilly on another’s status? Either way it’s utterly draining and completely unhealthy and not in the least bit festive. My advice? Lock up your smartphone, forget the virtual universe and raise a glass of sherry to a purely retro, non-tech-additive Christmas.

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