A grad school friend of mine from Montreal told the story of her father at meal time. They were a working class family, but at every meal her father would proclaim “Not even the Queen is eating a meal as good as this!”
I think that was a charming thing for him to say, and may have set the stage for gratitude from his family for what they had.
What do you imagine are the pros and cons of being the Queen? In what way is your life better than hers? What will you eat this holiday season that the Queen might be envious of?