'Tis the season to be lazy!
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, and I’m getting overexcited… I love Christmas more than anything. I love the fairy lights, the decorations and all the smiling faces (OK, so most of those cheery people have had a drink or two).
I also love giving presents, even if I am unsure whether all the men in my family will appreciate their comedy football-shaped soaps this year.
In a way I think that the build up to Christmas is almost better than the day itself. I spend weeks looking forward to the big day when really all I do is sit around watching TV and eating. But maybe that’s the beauty of it?
Most of us get excited when we're going to do something, whether it’s escaping for the weekend or having a big night out. But maybe what's so lovely about Christmas is that, unless we’re the one who’s making the dinner (my mum won’t let me anywhere near the kitchen, thankfully), we don’t actual have to do anything.
And – here comes the best bit – we don’t have to feel guilty because even if we wanted to, we couldn’t do anything anyway as pretty much everything shuts down.
This year I’ll be spending the festive season the same way I do every year – slobbing out with my family and my boyfriend and feeling full and content.
We’ll all pretend that we’re going to play board games but as usual we’ll end up getting sucked in by the telly and will barely move off the sofa all day.
And I, for one, am going to enjoy every single lazy minute of it.