So here we are in December, the tinsel is in the shops, people are covering their houses in lights, filling their gardens with blow-up figures and getting ready to blow their budgets with unwanted, unneeded presents, ready for being sold on Facebook and eBay early next month.
I went down the local retail park this afternoon on a trek to buy some poster paints from Hobbycraft and the place was heaving. Barely a parking space to be found and people milling around like lost ants, all on the trail of the wonderful Christmas present for long lost Aunt Ada or some such relation.
I must admit to doing pretty well all of my Christmas shopping online. I hate queuing in shops waiting for some dozy twonk at the front of the line work out how to use their card to pay or to remember their PIN number.
Still there is only 3 weeks left until the great day. Then 24 hours and it's all over. Do we feel any better afterwards, any happier? Do many of us actually remember what the hell it is we are supposed to celebrating anyway? I have my doubts....