svetikd/E+/Getty ImagesOne Christmas tradition that has stubbornly refused to leave me? Feeling an existential dread come 3 p.m.-ish on Christmas Day. It was really rough as a kid, and I assumed as an adult, I’d feel it less, but it seems to be stronger than ever. I truly believe that, like when I was a kid, the anticipation and excitement of what is to come completely overtakes my body. But now, I’m responsible for all the work and chaos behind that glorious holiday magic, too, and when it’s all over and I’m gathering up wrapping paper I excitedly bought a week ago and stayed up until 1 a.m....

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