Christmas is coming

And Frangelita is getting fat! Well, I will be come Christmas day when my lovely mum cooks up a big festive goose with all the trimmings.
I have noticed a few people have been coming up with pro/con Christmas points so I thought I would join in.

I'm glad it's Christmas because...
I'm allowed to sing Christmas carols at the top of my voice;
It's the only time of the year it's truly acceptable to eat so much you can barely move;
I get a long weekend away with my parents, other half, sister, Grandad and wee niece;
People don't look at you quite so funny when you wonder around wearing silly hats;
I get to drink mulled wine and Baileys;
Shopping!
That feeling of anticipation which I just can't shake off;
I can get up at a ridiculously early hour to open my stocking even though it only has an apple, a squashed banana, a satsuma and three nuts in it;
It's quite nice to think about the birth of Jesus;
Everything looks pretty;
my dad roasts chestnuts on an open fire...

I wish it wasn't Christmas because...
Everyone is really drunk and raucous and aggressive;
I have to spend three hours queuing in m&s for a pasta salad (ok, a cake) because someone in front of me is buying the whole shop to give to her aunt;
There's too much pressure to buy more and more stuff and I'm really skint;
You can't avoid repeats of 'family' viewing like Morcambe and Wise;
Other people might have spent more on you than you have on them which is a big cause of anxiety;
My dad will look daggers at me all Christmas if I don't eat at least one Brussel sprout;
I have to do more work in less time because of bank holidays;
The absence of people who are close to me who have died is more obvious;
People with no-one to spend Christmas with kill themselves (obviously not all of them)


That's all I can think of right now. I think overall I'm glad it's Christmas.