I realise that every other Mumsnetter is ready and waiting for Christmas, all agog and aglow, chestnuts roasting on an open fire, god bless us every one, yada yada yada.
But just in case I'm not alone in feeling a looming sense of dread about the whole thing; in gloomily contemplating cards I've got to write and the list I've sort of compiled and the things I have so far managed to get; in lacking a certain enthusiasm for the Day Itself (in my case a journey across the country to gather festively with dp's rellies while restraining children from outrageous behaviour and tolerating MIL's comments on how incredibly brave I was to give birth at my age); in feeling, in short, that the only way to cope with the entire month is to crack open the vodka NOW....well, this thread is for you. For us.
Ahem.