Here’s the funniest part: the Tube runs a limited service. The trains are practically empty. You can sit down! On the Northern Line during midday! This never happens. It’s like winning a weird, transport-shaped lottery.
You might see a lone Santa hat floating down the escalator, or a family with matching pyjamas heading to Granny’s. Soak it in. Take a photo of the vacant carriage. This is your trophy for staying in the Big Smoke when everyone else fled.
A Final, Ironic Tip
Don’t bother with a cash machine. You’ll need a few notes for a cab or a minicab, because Uber surges like a demon on Christmas Day. Always have a back-up plan for getting home unless you fancy sleeping under a bench.
So really, Christmas Day in London isn’t about doing things. It’s about being present, in the quiet, with a little bit of planning. It’s a day for unusual traditions: a silent city, a Chinese duck, and a Tube ride without a single person sighing at you. Trust me, it’s the best present you’ll give yourself.
