I picked my son up from nursery as soon as I could because he had a cough and so I wanted him home. 
We played games amongst watching his tv programmes and he says so many things which make me genuinely laugh that it's always a pleasure. Then we bought felt tip pens and made hand made Christmas cards for family. He can write his name at age three and its legible and he makes me so proud. Anyway, Bearing in mind that it is not the middle of November yet, we went to the garden centre to look at the decorations which are already advertised outside. We did not expect to see Santa Claus himself sat in a rickety wooden structure for all to see, this early in the season. My son, after looking around the rest of the shop, came back to Santa and paid our £2.50. We stepped over the invisible threshold and sat down next to him. My boy was given a badge with his name crudely scrawled upon it by the elderly keepers of saint nick. My son acted shy and whispered answers to Santa but I could see he was really happy. We took our Christmas present and headed for the exit. He was really pleased with his soft hammer which made a sound effect of smashing glass when struck. With his new toy and talking point, he headed home happy. 
I am looking forward to Christmas but I feel I have become overly prepared. I have bought advent calendars and a Christmas tree as well as having completed half my present shopping and so the six weeks weight will inevitably take the shine of the Xmas season by the time it arrives.