Every year, it's always the same. I look forward to the festive season with excitement, and by the time Boxing Day comes around I am sick of anything and everything to do with baby Jesus and all of the tinselly tat that surrounds him.
I try hard to hold off until at least December the 1st, but having had an 'early Christmas' with Wifey's dad (who's heading off to Australia for winter) – complete with presents and dinner with all the trimmings – it's difficult not to get sucked into it all.
So, as December looms I am bracing myself, determined to enjoy the season and not become the anti-Santa or whatever.
I try hard to hold off until at least December the 1st, but having had an 'early Christmas' with Wifey's dad (who's heading off to Australia for winter) – complete with presents and dinner with all the trimmings – it's difficult not to get sucked into it all.
So, as December looms I am bracing myself, determined to enjoy the season and not become the anti-Santa or whatever.
Pray for me.
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