The late in the year holiday and recovering from its unfortunate, erm, aftermath have resulted in a very long Christmas to do list with very few ticks on it.
The tree is still sitting in a bucket of water in the garage.
The decorations remain in the loft.
I've posted the wrong Christmas cards through neighbours' letterboxes.
The floor in the spare room is knee deep with shopping bags full of presents.
Seems that when I panic about Christmas, I buy more gifts.
I started to scale Mount Wrapping the other day.
Have you ever used glittered Christmas paper?
Take my advice and just. don't.
It's resistant to being stuck down with sellotape.
The glitter falls off by the shovelful and gets everywhere.
The cats and Boo look positively radioactive.
We hardly need to switch the lights on, it's all so sparkly here.
The Boy complains that he lives in the House of Scrooge.
Can he not see all that glitter?
There's nothing for it but to stay optimistic and hang on to the belief that it will all come together in the end.
Which of course it will.
Until it does, I'll just ring out those solstice bells.