'Tis the season to sit on your fat arse and brace yourself for the breakdowns
Well, we're nearly there. At this stage, there are two types of people - those who have done everything that needed to be done, who have all their presents wrapped and sorted and who can now enjoy the next few days at their leisure; and then there's the rest of the country, the silent, despised section of the citizenry who haven't done a thing yet.
Like many of us, I fall into that latter category and that's where we get to sort the men from the boys and the women from the girls - I'd hate to be accused of gender bias - when it comes to dealing with the pressure.
There's the pressure to get the right presents for your loved ones. The pressure to make sure you have more food than you can ever eat. The pressure to ensure that the tree looks like something that would suit the Rockefeller Plaza. Ultimately, whether you like Christmas or not will probably be a good indicator of how well you can cope with ridiculous bursts of stress in a short space of time.