I love Advent. I love the fact that even the Scroogiest of people can no longer really say that it's too early to be getting excited about Christmas. I can watch Christmas films, write Christmas cards, start wrapping presents, and sing as much as I want.
I was in Waitrose last night picking up mince pies and a little panettone (Christmas food is amazing) and while I was browsing, I saw a little girl peering through the glass of the cake display.
"Mummy", she called "Why are there men with beards on top of that cake?"
"They're the Three Wise Men, darling", her mother replied "They're on their way to see the baby Jesus. As I keep telling you, Christmas isn't really all about Father Christmas. It's Jesus' birthday!"
I think that's the thing. Amongst all the Black Friday deals, amazing Christmas food, festive drinks and Christmas parties, it's really really easy to forget what this whole holiday is about. Regardless of whether you believe in God, and Jesus, and whatever- at the end of the day, this is a religious festival.
As much as I adore the incredible Lindt advent calendars I've been sent (they really are so incredible, I feel so spoiled!), part of me thinks that perhaps I should return to the more traditional type of calendar. Perhaps we should all be reminded about what Christmas and Advent are really about. I mean- Christingle services, and the lighting of the Advent calendars, and Nativity plays were always some of my favourite parts of the run up to Christmas as a child. So why do I let these things slide now I'm an adult?
That said. I'm feeling more festive this year than I have in an absolute age. Maybe it's a London thing. Maybe it's just completely random. But I'm so pleased that I'm able to feel festive this year.