For many, the holiday season is a complex ritual. Tucked 359 days after our last good resolution, Christmas promises to be the perfect time for reflection, celebration and gratitude. ’Tis the season to be jolly after all … But is it really?
“There have been Christmases where my heart was too full of grief to celebrate,” says Hong Kong food designer Alison Tan, better known by her Instagram handle, @sapphireketchup. “It was Christmas right after the genocide began,” she says, referring to 2023 and the Israel-Gaza war. “I couldn’t go into a cheerful Christmas party and pretend everything was OK.” But she realised she couldn’t force her own feelings on others and that “the dinner must go on”.
Tan captures my own struggle: to gather and celebrate from a place of compassion, to recognise the suffering of others and my own privilege without collapsing into useless guilt.

Alison Tan, a multidisciplinary food designer and “experimental feeder”. Photo: Gemma Harrad
The past year left a bruise. The world kept burning and flooding, global warming intensified, ignored by politicians locked in ego battles, and we witnessed escalating atrocities across the globe. The Tai Po tragedy brought that unease home for many. And I’m not even getting into all that the Christmas table will inevitably reflect: the year’s personal successes and failures, the state of one’s bank account and family dynamics.