Oh God, I've forgotten to buy the brussel sprouts and the world is about to end! Alright, which one of you moved the French baguette? What do you mean, you’ve eaten it?! That was for the Christmas MEAL! Okay, okay - I think I still have the bread machine somewhere. Flour, check, salt, check, yeast… where did I put the..? I. Don’t. Have. YEAST! (As you hyperventilate, you momentarily consider packing a bag and buying a last-minute one-way ticket to Spain. No one will notice.) In principle, those with chronic conditions love Christmas as much as anyone else, but the reality is that it can be anxiety-inducing and energy-draining. This isn’t just about the panic that descends upon our houses over a twenty-four hour period. It’s also about the fatigue brought about through entertaining others, the overwhelming – and growing - number of tasks leading up to and on the day, the need to create the perfection that is kids’ Christmas, and the aftermath in the subsequent few days that kno...