Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking tradition - I’m merely calling out the double standard. I love a good snow-dusted ritual as much as the next person. I’ll happily cozy up with a Hallmark movie, a cup of hot cocoa, and a predictable meet-cute between the small-town baker and the big-city executive who just discovered the meaning of Christmas. A gal can indulge, am I right? We’ll toast to holiday magic like it’s a religion - string lights, cinnamon, and nostalgia so thick i