My shopping is done. In my head, I am now on holiday.
It’s ironic that I feel so Christmassy really, as I am actually not going to see much traditional Christmas at all.
We aren’t even putting any decorations up this year.
We will have a few presents, but we will not eat a roast dinner, or watch any telly.
We will not be going to the pub, nor eating mince pies, nor doing most of the other things that Christmas at home normally entails.
I don’t mean the lights in town. No, our quest is for lighting displays of a more homespun variety.
We wait for darkness to fall, then we get in the car and we drive around spotting the most outrageous and over the top Christmas lights outside people’s houses.
It is our own little tradition and it makes us all feel happy and sparkly.
Some people hate the whole Christmas thing and would love to run away to the beach to avoid it. But that’s not me.
I love a traditional Christmas, but I also don’t mind missing the rest of the traditional stuff in the slightest.
Because this Christmas I will be with all of the people I love most in this world.