December gives its evenings to whoever claims them first, so claim one before everyone else does.
By the second week of December most of the squares on your calendar already belong to somebody else. Her work thing and your work thing. The school concert. The drive to her parents'. The weekend her sister is in town. The Saturday that got eaten by the shopping you both swore you'd finish in November.
Somewhere in that stack you'd like one evening that belongs to the two of you, and the honest problem is that the season is not going to hand you a gap. Every hour in December has a claim on it already.
Somebody sent this along with a gift a couple of years ago:
We’ve always talked about taking lessons together and during this busy season, this might work better for now. Let’s get dancing baby! Merry Christmas!
That's most of what a December date night has to be.
Most of the year, an unplanned Thursday is genuinely unplanned. In December it isn't. The empty squares are just the squares nobody has gotten to yet, and by the tenth or so they're gone. They go to the errand that took two hours, the cousin who wants to grab a drink, the delivery window, the card list.
None of that is a marriage problem, just arithmetic. Neither of you wanted a December with no time alone in it. Everyone else's needs came with dates attached and yours didn't.
Chip and Dan Heath make a related point in The Power of Moments. Their argument is that the moments people look back on are mostly not accidents. What reads later as luck was usually somebody deciding to act, and the predictable occasions in life (the transitions, the anniversaries, the annual markers) tend to get nothing built into them at all, because nobody's job description includes them. That's their read of the pattern rather than a study, but it describes December pretty well. The season is loaded with occasions and almost none of them are yours.
The order matters more than the idea does. Pick the evening first, while there's still an evening left to pick, and figure out what happens on it later.
What goes in the slot can be almost anything, as long as it isn't an errand wearing a nicer coat. One thing that works well in a December living room is learning something together in fifteen-minute pieces, which is what Date Nights Dancing is: easy swing taught at home, both of you starting from the same first video, no studio and no experience needed. It also survives a season where leaving the house is the expensive part.
Then tell her what the night is, without making it a bigger conversation than it is. If you want to try it, you might say something like this:
"December's going to eat us again. I put the 16th on the calendar for just us. I don't have a plan yet, I just want the night before somebody else asks for it."
No diagnosis of the season, no request that she agree the year has been hard.
Most of these have gone out in The Spark, the weekly email I write, adjusted for the season. Pick one for the night you already blocked. Don't build a program.
The lights drive, and the driveway. Go look at the street in your town everybody talks about, cocoa or coffee in the cupholders. Before you pull out, each of you text the other a guess at how many inflatable snowmen you'll pass, and neither of you opens the text until you're home. When you get back, don't go inside. Leave the heat running and stay in the car a while. Something about the two of you sitting still in a parked car, already home, with nothing left to do that night, gets a better conversation than the kitchen table does.
The worst holiday movie you can find. Find the lowest-rated seasonal movie either of you can dig up, and commit to the whole thing. Bad movies give you something to say to each other.
Dress up and don't go anywhere. The clothes you'd have worn to the nice restaurant you didn't book, at your own table, with one dish neither of you has ever made. If you want the cooking to be the date rather than the setup for it, there's more on cooking something together that's worth reading first.
A tasting flight of the season. Four small things that only exist in December. The peppermint thing, the eggnog, cookies out of two different tins from two different people. One of you sets them out, the other closes their eyes and guesses. It takes twenty minutes to put together and it uses food that is already in your house.
Wrapping night, with the music from the year you met. Take the obligation and make it the date instead of scheduling around it. Paper on the floor, tree on, everything else off, and the playlist is whatever was on the radio the year the two of you got together. You were going to spend that evening wrapping anyway. This version just has the two of you in the same room for it.
If none of those fit your house, themed date nights run on the same logic year round and December gives you a theme for free.
A man left this under one of my ads on Christmas Day:
My wife and I got this for ourselves for Christmas. We’ve been married 11 years. We danced for about two hours and it was fun. It’s a great workout because you don’t even realize you’re working out. 10 out of 10 I recommend!!!
The single best thing you can do with this evening is repeat it. Same slot next December, same shape, whatever you land on.
The Heaths are useful on why. Their reading of the research is that an evening gets filed under its best few minutes and its last few, never under its length. They are open about the evidence for it being unsettled, so take the direction and not the rule. The direction says a night that produces one memorable stretch has done its job. They also warn about what happens on the second pass at any planned occasion: the instinct is to make it cheaper, shorter, more sensible, and that instinct is what flattens it. So when you run it again next year, keep the ridiculous part.
An annual just-us evening also gets easier every time you run it, because by the second year it's just what you two do. A customer left this on one of my ads a few years back:
Our first "dip" she laughed so hard I just lowered her to the floor to calm down a minute. That was last Christmas, we dance all the time now. Just buy this now, it will make her happy. And that my friends is quite possibly the best ROI you will ever achieve.
That's the version worth aiming at, and it's also the argument for picking something with more than one night in it. Working through the Date Nights Dancing program over a season means the next evening is already chosen for you, which matters more in December than it does in June.
Some years the evening doesn't happen. The kids get sick, the flight moves, her mother stays four extra days. This is worth planning for.
The short version is the same thing at a smaller size. Twenty minutes after the kids go down, one of the five formats above cut down to fit, phones in the other room. One customer sent this in:
I purchased this for my husband as a Christmas gift and we finally turned it on last night (2 busy kiddos so we don’t always have the energy after they finally go to bed) Within minutes we had several moves down! We laughed and danced the night away and even tried a few different genres. We can’t wait to learn the rest! Fred
If the reason your December has no just-us evening in it is that there's nobody to watch the kids, that's its own solvable problem and there are ways around the babysitter that don't require anyone to leave the house.
The rest of the year, when the calendar loosens up and the standing night starts feeling repetitive, there's more on keeping the same night from going stale, and the general at-home date night ideas list will keep the slot filled.
For what it's worth, most men don't think about this until the first week of January, when the season is over and they notice the two of you spent six weeks in the same house and never once in the same room on purpose. You're thinking about it in time to do something, which is the harder half. The season won't hand you a gap. It hands out leftovers around the tenth, and whoever asks first gets them.
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