I’ve usually had enough around late November
AT WHICH point do you finally get fed up with Christmas? At the risk of being labelled ‘a bit grumpy’, I’ve usually had enough around late November. Yes, I appreciate it seems rather early but I feel so pressured by the advertising shenanigans, Christmas lights switch-ons, that dreadful song by Jonah Lewie about stopping some cavalry or other and having to make plans where I’ll be eating dinner, lunch and supper a month down the line – it’s just too overpowering. I know quite a lot of people who love everything about Christmas and throw themselves wholeheartedly into the business of enjoying the festive season with the delight of a child. Their homes look like glittering palaces with lights and tinsel going up as early as they can get away with it ... you know, any time in late September will do. Some people I pretend not to know even start buying presents, wrapping paper and cards for the next one within days of the last one finishing – is it me? I wouldn’t like you to think I am totally miserable around the festive period, though. After all, you have to make the effort for everyone around you. You know the sort of things, a few drinks with friends, send off a couple of cards to people you don’t get to speak to year in, year out. Of course, then there’s the presents for your nearest and dearest, the tips for the paper boy and bin men you have to remember, and those tree trimmings are looking a bit tired, they’ll need replacing – well, you have to keep up appearances don’t you? And doesn’t the Salvation Army band sound good this year? There is nothing like Christmas songs being played by a brass band. Oh, I nearly forgot, I have to grab some mistletoe and holly and then there’s the pudding to get and make sure we have enough parsnips and sprouts. There’s just too much to do and the days are running out. There’s just never enough time to get it all done.