I’m battling to feel Christmassy. The weather’s telling my senses it’s Autumn. The bagels in the cupboard and alarm clock scream that school’s still in. My diary’s saying it’s a few days before my annual crying at the song in The Polar Express which I love but will make the rest of the family roll their eyes in an agony of stretching tolerance.
YET STILL I REMAIN LARGELY SEASONALLY DEAD INSIDE.
Emergency measures are called for;
- Buble’ on Spotify
- Discussions with tiny nephew re Santa
- Deployment of horrific sweater
- Rising wine levels
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