I wasn't feeling very Christmassy this year. I was sad - I love Christmas usually but this year I haven't been able to muster the energy to get into it. There's a tree, there's some presents under it, there's some lights out the front, but apart from that I've been feeling a bit blah about the whole thing.
That was until the Office Secret Santa.
Highlights of the morning: Biggest guy in the office sits on santa's knee - santa says 'fuck me dead' - bad santa. A gift voucher to a pretty and quiet young thing elicited 'Cool. I'll probably buy cigarettes with that'. All that and a bbq chicken shop lunch and I was all set to get festive.
We decorated the Gingerbread House.
And I sat down and watched Love Actually on the telly. A big favourite of mine. I cry every time.
The cliched Christmas trifecta worked a treat for me. Bring it, bad santa!