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.”

They have nothing to hide. And at Christmas, that might be the greatest gift of all. Disclaimer: The family in this feature represents a specific lifestyle choice based on mutual consent and privacy. Naturism is non-sexual and focuses on social nudity, body acceptance, and connection with nature. Naturist Free REPACKdom- Family At Christmas

But for a small, dedicated community across the globe, the ultimate festive freedom is found in the absence of all that. Welcome to the world of the Naturist Free REPACKdom: where the only thing wrapped is the presents, and the dress code is a smile. “The kids don’t argue about who has the

“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.” And at Christmas, that might be the greatest gift of all

Despite the hazards, the meal is joyous. Conversation flows. Without the barrier of clothing, there is a noted lack of hierarchy. The accountant sits next to the electrician; the teenager with acne sits next to the supermodel (aunt, retired). Everyone is equally vulnerable. Everyone is equally real.

As dusk falls, the family gathers around the tree. The youngest child, age 6, rips open a gift to find a new cape. She puts it on over her bare shoulders and declares herself a superhero.

The practical realities of a naturist Christmas are not for the clumsy. Deep-fat frying a turkey is discouraged. Hot fat and bare skin do not mix.