I know it’s early, but this year I’m doing Christmas right!

Christmas delight
Christmas delight
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Now before I even open my mouth, I know exactly what you’re going to say, but I urge you at least to hear me out before jumping down my throat or rolling your eyes too strenuously in my direction. Okay?

I’m feeling festive – there it is, I’ve said it. I know it’s still November and memories of Bonfire Night are still fresh in our minds, but I can’t help it, I’m feeling really really Christmassy. Let the tomato flinging begin!

I’ve already started my Christmas shopping, and what’s more I was thrilled to be doing it. I know what I’m getting for just about everybody and am even managing to pull it off on a budget.

If that wasn’t enough, I’ve had my Christmas jumper since October and have already picked up some new decorations for the tree.

It gets worse.

The Christmas album is already blasting out in my car (and yes, after much practice, I now know every single word to The Waitresses’ Christmas Wrapping) and, this weekend, I put on the Christmas music channel while I was tidying up – shaking my hips to a bit of Shakin’ Stevens as I hoovered and polishing the table to the unmistakable ‘pa-rum-pum-pum-pum’ rhythm of The Little Drummer Boy.

On Sunday I went to Leeds Christmas Market, where I drank mulled wine and roasted chestnuts while Jack Frost nipped merrily at my nose.

I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I know it’s not cool, but I just love Christmas and the run-up is my favourite time. I love late-night shopping wrapped up snug in winter woollies. I love evenings at home, in front of the fire, while it’s cold outside, watching Christmas films or wrapping presents with a glass of red wine. I love looking at the pretty twinkly lights on the tree. I love visiting family and baking cookies and gingerbread men on Christmas Eve.

I think part of the reason for my early-onset this year is to do with the fact that last year my other half and I were both struck down by the dreaded winter sickness bug. Adam was poorly up until Boxing Day which is when I picked it up and kept it going strong until after New Year.

I spent Christmas Eve – my absolute favourite day of the year, hands down – with a very poorly unconscious man, and was in bed channel-flicking by 8pm while five miles down the road the rest of our families were enjoying a big Christmas party complete with pie and peas and lots of wine.

I think this year I’m just determined to make up for lost time. Goooooo Christmas!