Oh yes, I remember.....
Now we have consumed more calories in one day than we would normally eat in a week, we have killed half a forest with enthusiastic wrapping and used more electric on flashing Santa's than the national grid can stand, we can settle down for the twixmas lull.
Is it a lull or a time of forced hibernation? Or are we just too fat and bloated to move until New years Eve, when we suddenly find the energy to dress up in strange costumes and consume more alcohol than we have all year.
Women, of course, are different. A little alarm clock goes off just after the 26th that calls to us in tones that even Sean Connery could not outdo - The Sales.
Yes, there are women out there who are already preparing for the following Christmas, snapping up bargain crackers and the greetings cards that didn't sell this year. These are the women who will have everything wrapped by May, and who will have peeled the sprouts by sometime in August.
I, umm, fall into this category, in a very loose and vague manner, you understand. I adore shopping and can't resist a bargain. Not interested in planning for next years festivities until nearly the last moment, I will be hunting out that gorgeous jacket that was fifty quid too dear last month and those delicious red heels that would have broken the bank. Unfortunately, as always, I will find that the jacket is the only one in the world that has not been reduced and the shoes are only available in sizes for a child of five.
So whilst I while away the hours, fighting over the bargains not-to-be-had, settle down in the chair, have a snooze, watch the repeats on TV and say a prayer that you sleep through 'til next year when the whole horrible process starts again.
Mince pie anyone?
(And yes, I had a lovely Christmas, thank you for asking. I was a very good girl all year and was rewarded accordingly!)