Is it just me or does the excitement about that festival in December get earlier every year? Mince pies have been available in my local supermarket since September. Festive adverts not only have big reveals but now start broadcasting in early November.
And now the ultimate insult. My own family have fallen prey to it. Everywhere I turn, there’s something going on and it’s getting too much. As a result, my annual rant about the related hype is a week earlier than it’s ever been. Argh!
Now don’t get me wrong; I really enjoy the big day and sometimes even the week or two beforehand. But do we really need to start getting so excited about it so early?
It all started a week ago when Kate hijacked my lightbox. It now serves as a reminder of how far we are from 25 December. Please note the use of the word ‘far’ in the previous sentence. It’s bloody ages away.
A few days later, I needed to go and hide a load of clutter in the loft rather than facing up to sorting it out. “Are you getting the tree down, Dad?” asked Dylan. He’s asked me to do so every day since.
Then Xander found an elf costume in a bag of hand-me-down items my sister gave us. He’s hell bent on dressing Amelie up in it. She has seen the offensive garment and seems amused by it so I’m taking that as a sign that she’s on their side too.
I’ve been betrayed by my entire family. I exclude the cat from this as she doesn’t like me and will surely do something irritatingly festive to spite me anyway. Probably a subliminal message in her litter tray or something equally vulgar.
Short of getting annoyed earlier than usual, I’m not sure what else I can do.
Is anyone else suffering from familial pressure to use ‘the C word’?