Walking round the shops in town today, on stepping into the card shops for a birthday card I could have sworn it was the middle of December or something.
All along one wall was a huge Christmas display of festive cards, and a few Christmas stocking fillers.
Now forgive me for stating the bleedin’ obvious, but summer’s not even over properly yet, people.
Don’t get me wrong I LOVE Christmas. Really love it. I’m one of those who has the tree up the first weekend in December, and makes a whole morning of putting the tree up, and have to have the CD player playing all the cheesy Christmas tunes as we hang the tinsel.
A bit of Slade, and Wizzard, that kind of thing. I’m also the one who watches all the festive kids films and feels all teary as they’re trying to get Santa’s sleigh to fly again in Elf on the strength of Christmas cheer and singing.
“The best way to spread Christmas cheer, is singing loud for all to hear.” Aww.
It’s pretty hard to feel full of Christmas cheer when the sun’s blazing down outside. The small ones are still in the middle of their summer holidays, for Goodness sake.
I don’t need to see this:
or this.
It’s pretty hard to get enthused about a snowman when he’d be more like Puddle Man in this weather.
Now come back in a few months time, and I might just be starting to get giddy at the thought of Christmas… just not now!! 
Oh how right you are! Last week my four year old actually started a sentence with ‘for Christmas this year, Mummy, I’d like …’ She didn’t get much further! I’ve banned the C word until October at least – and I’m being generous there!