Here, I face the relentless tide of Christmas cheer (both V and 'Salina are big fans of the whole she-bang) just waiting the starters gun. Being the holder of said gun (by virtue of being the holder of the voice of reason) I am very stern in my "no Christmas until December 1". If I could get away with a later date, I would possibly try it, but it is hard enough holding to that one.
I do love Christmas.
- I love the fact that the food is so good (especially the mangoes).
- I love the swimming and excuse to laze around all day (except for the never-ending washing up and food preparation).
- I love the giving and receiving of presents (well, the underlying who spent how much on who and who broke the "no big presents" rulings - oh, and the darned "oops, we didn't factor Christmas in when we did the budget" black clouds sort of dim the cheer).
- I love the fact that it is ONE DAY in the calendar. Read that folks - ONE DAY.
- I can handle a lead time for a bit of socialising.
- I understand that the post office needs a few days to distribute the cards - heck, if I ever remember the cards, I often give them all of January to do so.
- I know that at some point I will have to face the shops and try to stretch the few bucks I have stolen from next year's prosperity plan into something resembling cheer for my ever expanding network of family and friends.
- I know that I will then scurry and attempt to concoct or create a few more gifts to show my care and consideration for them.
- Yes, houses do look pretty with lights, and I am up to a tour of those who wish to spread the joy in that way.
- Tinsel gathers dust, blu tack works into carpet and sticky tape leaves marks - that is why we have a tree, so it can all go in one spot - much easier for dismantling before New Year.
- I have even been known (and don't you DARE repeat this to anyone) to open my mouth and actually sing during Carols.
But not before December 1 - please?
(Oh, and note to V and 'Salina - I swear, those 4 notes I whistled yesterday were just 4 unrelated notes, and not the first line of an obscure verse of a Christmas Carol - and it does not give you permission to start humming louder or accidentally breaking into song. Just remember who is the dictator here and we will survive the next 3 days.)