It must be Christmas time because...
The decorations are up & even the Christmas lights are working.
I have papercuts from wrapping hundreds of presents.
The house is groaning with food.
I'm groaning from too much chocolate.
I'm smiling from too much mulled wine.
The postman (poor overworked chap who must hate Play.com for all the parcels he delivers to this house) is smiling.
The bin men are chirpy.
I have a diary full of people visiting and parties/meals I'm going to.
I have five days off work.
The teenagers are arguing/sulking/bored despite having endless sources of entertainment (laptops, Sky, Ipads, phones that do everything apart from sort their washing or tidying up).
I have written endless cards (despite being determined not to).
I've circled the Radio Times with tv programmes that I will be watching.
The dog is sulking in his bed.
I love this time of year!