Eve

You've got to love Christmas Eve the best out of all of the Christmas holiday. The anticipation (I know I'm supposed to be too old), the crap movies (yes, I really do need to see National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation again this year) and the frantic panic to tidy the place up, which is soon replaced with the over-confident shrug, and famous last words of "ach, we can do it in the morning, before everyone arrives...".

I love it. I like the twinkling lights and the feeling that the New Year will bring a fresh start, a blank canvas of a year on which I can paint any future I desire. I like the fancy breakfast and the endless cups of tea. I like helping Wondy Mum wrap the gifts. I like every little thing about it.

And this time tomorrow nearly everything will be over.

Boo.