It's...
Beginning....
...To look...
..A lot like...
CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
NO. Stop it. Stop it at once. It's November. Positively Autumnal outside. Christmas doesn't begin till at least early December! Or mid November if, like me, you get sucked in to the vortex that is Pantomime rehearsals. Or if you follow the pagan calendar - whenever the Coca Cola advert comes on telly.
But... Halloween is over. Bonfire night has fizzled out. Thanksgiving Schmanksgiving! (Sorry to any one i offended...I'm just..not American!) And the temperature has definitely dropped. Last night - i cracked out the mittens. Not ashamed.
I'm confused. Metaphorically, i'm wrapped in a tinsel space blanket, watching John Lewis Christmas Ads on repeat and debating whether it's too early to mull some wine. (literally, I'm writing this and wondering whether i can put the heating on...)
In November.
Although, thinking back, i did used to use Bonfire night as my benchmark as to when i could furiously circle the Mr Frosty in the Argos catalogue and cut it out and stick it to my christmas list....( 24 years - No Frosty. I may need to let it go.) NOW THERE IS A SEAMLESS LINK IN TO A SONG ABOUT ICE!!
Again, I digress.
I'm starting to feel a bit festive. There i said it. My name's Michael and i love Christmas.
I'm not going all out and putting the tree up. That would be mental. But i've started a few little festive preparations, little and often and all that.
(Note: I am not that smug person going 'Oh, i finished my Christmas shopping for little Hugo and Hortensia in the January sales!'. I hate that person. I want to force feed Brussel Sprouts to that person. I am the person running up and down the high street on Christmas Eve, swigging mulled wine and promising myself never to leave it so late again, until next year.)
This year, I am trying to be organised. I tried to start some early christmas shopping, but then forgot those people had birthdays before Christmas. Rude. Back to square 1.
Beginning....
...To look...
..A lot like...
CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
NO. Stop it. Stop it at once. It's November. Positively Autumnal outside. Christmas doesn't begin till at least early December! Or mid November if, like me, you get sucked in to the vortex that is Pantomime rehearsals. Or if you follow the pagan calendar - whenever the Coca Cola advert comes on telly.
But... Halloween is over. Bonfire night has fizzled out. Thanksgiving Schmanksgiving! (Sorry to any one i offended...I'm just..not American!) And the temperature has definitely dropped. Last night - i cracked out the mittens. Not ashamed.
I'm confused. Metaphorically, i'm wrapped in a tinsel space blanket, watching John Lewis Christmas Ads on repeat and debating whether it's too early to mull some wine. (literally, I'm writing this and wondering whether i can put the heating on...)
In November.
Although, thinking back, i did used to use Bonfire night as my benchmark as to when i could furiously circle the Mr Frosty in the Argos catalogue and cut it out and stick it to my christmas list....( 24 years - No Frosty. I may need to let it go.) NOW THERE IS A SEAMLESS LINK IN TO A SONG ABOUT ICE!!
Again, I digress.
I'm starting to feel a bit festive. There i said it. My name's Michael and i love Christmas.
I'm not going all out and putting the tree up. That would be mental. But i've started a few little festive preparations, little and often and all that.
(Note: I am not that smug person going 'Oh, i finished my Christmas shopping for little Hugo and Hortensia in the January sales!'. I hate that person. I want to force feed Brussel Sprouts to that person. I am the person running up and down the high street on Christmas Eve, swigging mulled wine and promising myself never to leave it so late again, until next year.)
This year, I am trying to be organised. I tried to start some early christmas shopping, but then forgot those people had birthdays before Christmas. Rude. Back to square 1.
Square 1: i have made the Christmas cake in advance. Which is a bit like making a cake and then getting it drunk. Winner. I think my mum tried to do this, and i have memories of family friends showing us their brandy soaked fruits. I know, i heard it too. So, i thought, as i'm going to the in laws for christmas, why not arrive bearing cake?! Who doesn't like cake?! I used Mary Berry's Recipe from her Baking Bible (a christmas present from my sister a few years ago!) and it smells DELICIOUS. It takes approximately half a decade to cook (4 3/4 hours) so i popped it in the oven before work, and when i returned, well dear reader, my flat smelt like Christmas had exploded everywhere. So good. SO warm. and SO FESTIVE. It was then that i had to restrain my self from cracking out the carols and making some mince pies. |
I think i'd like to be a Christmas cake. You get to spend a night drinking brandy, then after baking you get some more brandy and wrap up all snug and put down to have a little nap for a while. Then you get woken up, given some more brandy then sent back to sleep. Repeat.
Now THAT is how i would like to spend the run up to Christmas.
Anyway, Back to November.
Cold, boring not so festive November.
Tra lalala
la la
la...
M :) x
Now THAT is how i would like to spend the run up to Christmas.
Anyway, Back to November.
Cold, boring not so festive November.
Tra lalala
la la
la...
M :) x