Christmas. Okay, let's face it, it's over-commercialised, expensive, sometimes stressful, full of excess, tiring and the lead up to it seems to start earlier and earlier every year. But at the same time, it's still Christmas. And I'm not saying it just from the religious angle (though clearly that's a very huge slice of the picture, despite the reason for the season being lost amongst the celebrity Christmas specials on TV). No, I'm looking at it from the perspective of it representing a time for giving, sharing, being with friends and families, whichever form of deity you observe. Okay, some parts of the world don't acknowledge it anywhere near as, say, the US and Western Europe. But for those of us brought up on the tradition, it's the one time of the year that people seem to make a collective effort - to spend on loved ones, to try and have a good time, to think about Christmas pasts. And at times like this you think about where you are in life - for example, I've got family on three different continents to me now and it wasn't like that some Christmases ago.
So as I swing into my first weekend of Christmas parties, having put up some token decorations only yesterday so as to stop denying that it's only a few weeks away, I'm going to make sure I kick the "bah humbug" into touch. Bring it on.