As soon as we run into the first wall of "dominoes" in the supermarket and the constant sound of "Jingle Bells" gives us tinnitus, which is right after the summer vacations, we are in Christmas mode.
What follows is the "contemplative" time, filled with Secret Santa gifts from the little horror store and with visits to the Christmas markets, where we drink so much mulled wine until we find things made of felt beautiful.
Then there's the Christmas party at the company, which is an unloved obligatory program until the first person sits down on the copier with a bare bottom.
Cabaret artist Sia Korthaus is not a Christmas hater, on the contrary. She loves Christmas and shows us in a satirical and funny way which big and small obstacles we have to overcome until the longed-for holidays.
On the holiday itself, the family reunion with relatives you couldn't choose awaits you, along with toddlers buried under mountains of presents and a half-dried fir tree whose trampled needles leave a romantic pattern in the real wood parquet.