Premature Christmasitis

November and December make me horribly anxious and almost fearful. I'm getting better at managing it, but every year I get this ball of stress in my stomach and it doesn't go until Christmas is over.

I have no idea why, I'm a perfectly logical and reasonable person the rest of the year, like nothing particularly bad ever happened at Christmas to make me hate it, but this feeling of dread is so draining.

St. Stephens day is probably my favourite day of the year, because it's over. How sad is that

Everybody knows that Christmas starts whenever the John Lewis ad first airs.
Ahhhh, the John Lewis ad. Sure nothing says Christmas more than that.
Same as Mince pies, plum pud, eggnog, the brusselses sprouts, the visit to Hector Grey's.
I remember it from when I was a nipper. And me Granpa telling me how he loved himself even when he were a chisler like me. I was more excited about seeing what enchanted world John Lewis would bring to us than even what Santy might leave under the tree. Dashing down to the Savoy when you would hear someone at school saying they were going to have it at the matinee. Lovely memories. Great traditions. The real spirit of the old Chrimbo. God bless you John Lewis, whoever you are, and a Happy Christmas.
Ahhh, thems were the days....