…I can start getting excited about my favourite time of the year. I love Christmas, and I don’t understand why people complain about All The Fuss. What else would they be doing during the long cold winters we have around here? Nuclear fusion? Establishing a genuine alternative to the current political parties? Writing the book everyone is supposed to have inside him or her? Bah, humbug to that.
I cannot wait to put my tree up. As we’re in a new house this year, with a lot more space to work with, I can indulge my festive feelings a lot more. The fruit for my Christmas cake is marinading in spiced rum and the thoughts of the making of said cake will keep me going during what will be a hellish few days in work.
I love Christmas.