Incoming

I wish I was - as Elton John once inexplicably put it - stepping into Christmas. Instead it seems like a raging torrent that I need to leap into. I remember one year, many years ago, when I had all my presents bought and cards written by the end of November. And, yes, that was a bit early but I'd prefer that to this rising panic.

Consequently, I've not really enjoyed the tree going up in the square or even thought about getting my own one up. But the thing I hate most about leaving it too late is having to rush the present buying. When there are so many people whom you love and that you want to feel delighted by the gift you give them, the numbers can be a bit overwhelming.

On the other hand, maybe I should just be grateful that I have so many people I love, stop whinging, and get on with sorting out some presents.