“Every year again …” is the mantra for many Christmas traditions that have crept into everyday work – and that includes not only the Wham Christmas classics:
There is the Advent calendar, which awaits you with empty doors even in the early morning because one of the colleagues was quicker on his foray into sweets. There is the colleague who is gradually transforming the office more and more into a winter wonderland made of pine green, candles and Santa Claus figures. There are reminder emails to take part in this year’s elves for the Christmas party “because last year it was so fun for everyone”.
As unpopular as you have found these things during the Christmas season, after months in the isolation of your home office you miss them. After all, as harbingers of the festive season, they are as definitely a part of Christmas as the tongue-in-cheek comment “There used to be more tinsel” with every Christmas tree decoration.
Instead, the Christmas season now takes place exclusively at home and makes you aware of the advantages of spending most of the contemplative time with colleagues. Because even if the Christmas fans and Christmas grouches meet in the office, one forms a community of suffering in the face of the upcoming time with the family.
During the lunch break, this is an excellent way of advising which special offer from the major toy manufacturers is ultimately best for your own offspring. And according to the curious family anecdotes of some colleagues, your own mother-in-law almost seems amiable.
When the Christmas party is suddenly missing
Ultimately, however, the hardest part is to do without the real miracle of Christmas: the company Christmas party. It is true that participation in the run-up time and again takes a lot of effort and the actually relaxed atmosphere seems to have been put on over and over again. But after the second or third mulled wine, you can also have a good time with your less valued colleagues. And the traditional scrap gnome also provides satisfaction year after year when you can get the most unpopular treasures from the shallows of your own basement to the workforce instead of to the recycling yard.
Now, however, grandma’s porcelain figurines will remain in the far corner of the cellar for another twelve months – precisely because they won’t find a new owner this year. Even the unsuccessful cookies from the local “Christmas bakery” with the little ones, who found reliable customers in the company kitchen every December, have to be disposed of elsewhere this time. And even if it doesn’t make a big difference whether you involuntarily have to listen to Helene Fischer’s Christmas CD in a loop in the office or in your own four walls – at least nobody sings along loudly in the office.
The difference between this Corona Christmas and previous years will become particularly clear after the holidays. Because if you secretly longed for the concentrated quiet of your own office again during the festive season and have already imagined the competition with your colleagues for the worst Christmas presents, this year only your own study – and the rest of the chocolate – are waiting your own advent calendar. And very, very secretly, one finally begins to long wistfully for a “Last Christmas”, even if Wham has little to do with it.