You can do the tasks. You have done them for years, and you are very good at them. That is the problem.
This book is for women carrying the invisible emotional labor of the holidays, and the holiday burnout that comes every January.
She Handles Christmas is about the part underneath the holiday, the six weeks of low grade tracking that start in November. It shows how Christmas became yours one year at a time, starting with the first year you did the cards. You get words for the work that does not count as work, the group chat you run and the clothing sizes you carry in your head, and for why you are tired in a way sleep does not fix. The argument, it turns out, was never about the gravy.
Agatha Tonka wrote this without lists or systems. It names the holiday mental load precisely, so you can stop wondering whether you are imagining it, and it ends by imagining a December you did not run, along with the grief that waits under the relief.
This book is general information. It is not medical or mental health advice.
Agatha Tonka writes for women tired of disappearing inside the roles other people find convenient. Her books are about the work that keeps a team, a family, or a friendship running, who it lands on, and what it costs the woman who is always the easiest person to ask.