This year is different… So far the Christmas tree is still in its box (covered in 2012’s dust), my Facebook profile picture is still one from a month ago (and not the traditional one of me wearing a Christmas hat), the prospect of gift shopping is as appealing as a Justin Bieber concert, and every ‘happy Christmas’ I’ve received so far has been met with a frown, a grumble and a silent middle-finger.
Even the idea of red and green festivities with loved ones leaves me feeling like I could crawl under my bed – with a bottle of Merlot and Ken Follett novel, of course – until 2013.
Somewhere in 2012 the Grinch stole my Christmas spirit or, perhaps, it is I who have become the Grinch.
Thank you to my sport-loving, uncle-like person for inspiring the title.