Naturist Free Repackdom- Family At Christmas -

“The kids don’t argue about who has the cooler designer hoodie,” says Mark Hartley, 50, carving the turkey while wearing an apron (purely for hygiene, he clarifies). “They argue about who gets the last roast potato. It’s honest.”

“That’s the secret,” says Miriam Hartley, 48, pouring mulled wine into a glass. “We don’t do it to be shocking. We do it because Christmas is stressful enough without worrying about gravy stains on a silk tie.” Naturist Free REPACKdom- Family At Christmas

“But for us,” Miriam concludes, as the pudding is set alight (everyone takes two steps back), “it’s about re-packing the stress. We spend eleven months of the year dressing for the world. For one day, we dress for ourselves. Which is to say, not at all.” “The kids don’t argue about who has the

At Christmas, this becomes radical. Think of the typical holiday battle: Spanx under a dress, a stiff collar for the office party, the panic of a last-minute outfit. In the Hartley household, that anxiety is eliminated. “We don’t do it to be shocking

They acknowledge that a naturist Christmas isn't for every family. Dysmorphia, past trauma, or simple preference for flannel pyjamas are all valid reasons to stay clothed.