Twas the morning after Halloween and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse… well, all except one person who has been up all night taking down the crocheted pumpkin decorations, skeleton figurines, fake cobwebs and autumnal potpourri and from the loft emerges… the Christmas decorations! 

Too soon?

There is the phenomenon of the ‘Christmas Creep’ where Christmas appears to start earlier and earlier each year.

There’s also the ‘Christmas Creep, Creep’ where people tell you that ‘Christmas is starting earlier’ earlier and earlier each year! 

I say, go for it! You do you, hun!

If you want to sip on some mulled wine, pop on an itchy festive jumper and watch Jingle All The Way… why not? 

I find it absolutely bonkers that we can’t have certain foods because it’s not December.

Why can’t I have a sausage and bacon meal deal sandwich at any other time of the year? 

On Monday, I saw a grown man eat a hot cross bun… in November. I loved that!

Nobody screamed at him for being out of season. He’s just a man who loves a hot cross bun. 

There’s a fantastic book by Laura Jane Williams called Ice Cream For Breakfast which is all about embracing your inner child.

One of the fantastic tips included in the book is buying yourself a birthday cake when it isn’t your birthday.

The childlike joy that brings as you slice into the fancy icing months away from your birthday is brilliant. 

There’s a childlike joy that festive flavoured hot chocolates bring and the smile it puts on your face having a hunk of Panettone in your morning break at work. 

I like to get myself an advent calendar and count down the 25 days until my birthday.

Why is it only in December when having a tiny bit of chocolate hidden behind a cardboard door at 7am each day is acceptable? 

Now, I get that if you work in retail or on the radio and they start playing Christmas music in October you will absolutely lose you baubles by Christmas but, in the comfort of our own home, surely we can belt out the lyrics of Fairytale of New York. 

Stats from the UK Top 40 suggests that we are listening to Christmas songs like mad from mid-November and there have been mince pies in the shops since the first week of September. So I’m not alone. 

I love Christmas. It’s a wonderful time and I do get that we want to keep it special so keeping it as close to the big day as possible makes it exciting but… when the world is in carnage, the country’s a mess, everything is feeling a bit depressing… that warming feeling of a mince pie in July is just pure joy. 

If you want to be a grumpy grogs or a festive Scrooge, that’s fine with me.

I mean, ‘what a sad little life, Jane’!

But trying to put rules on when we are allowed to officially start eating Yule logs?

As someone once said - Oh I Wish it Could be Christmas Every Day.