I Get the Final Sleigh or Convincing Andrew that Christmas is the most Wine-derful Time of the Year

Andrew

So, it's Christmas time again. Although you'd have to have been living in a cave since about mid-October to not be aware of this fact. Preparations for the festive season start early in the UK so that, after what seems like months of hearing Bing Crosby belting out White Christmas at the top of his little wobbly voice in just about every supermarket you go in to, even the most hardened lover of the festive period finds themselves feeling a little weary about the whole thing.

Then, of course, as the big day draws nearer, there's the prospect of having to do yet another commando raid around the shops to buy gifts for those 'impossible to buy for' relatives you've spent the rest of the year trying to avoid.

The more perceptive among you may have gleaned that I am less than excited about Christmas. I find it's something to be endured rather than enjoyed. As you watch the ridiculously large Christmas tree, you knew was a bad idea when you were talked into buying it, steadily begin to droop, it's only a matter of time before one of Auntie Mildred's huge double-barrelled sneezes will leave every single pine needle on the floor with the prospect of you vacuuming the damn things up for weeks to come.

All I can say is thank goodness it's one of the few times of the year it appears to be perfectly acceptable to be permanently drunk.

Merry Christmas.

Mandy

While those “ba-humbug” people like Andrew grow weary of the Christmas festivities each year, there are some of us that could listen to Bing Crosby belt out those classic lyrics a thousand times over and never grow tired of it! I personally continue to be excited by the sparkly lights, and bright baubles of the season. Give me a good Christmas sweater and festive cappuccino and I’m good to go! The smile on my face can’t be taken away when I walk around a city surrounded by garland, lights, and Christmas trees.

I’ve been told that I can be “infectious.” That may or may not have been meant as a compliment, but I choose to take it as one. I love this time of year, and always have. Cheesy songs, sweaters, and decorations still excite me just like they did as a kid.

I love decorating, I love baking, I love wearing Santa hats and antlers just because it’s Christmas time. Who knows, maybe I’m infectious enough that even a grumpy sausage like Andrew will start to smile at the twinkling lights and bad sweaters, if for no other reason that because it makes him think of me and my cheesy excitement!

Merry Christmas everyone! And may your holiday be happy and blessed!