When did Christmas cease to be exciting? It's quite depressing. Gone are the days where I would sit in my wooden stool, next to the radiator, wearing stockings on my feet and awaiting Santa’s arrival, candy cane in hand. Now? Well essentially the same thing... but it's 3 in the morning, the stool is the bathroom floor, and I've had one too many glasses of wine... bottle in hand. I miss that stool. I miss the hysteria and I miss the warmth of that radiator. The bathroom doesn't quite have the same ambience. For most, Christmas as a child is the best time of the year. Presents, pantomime, chocolate... perfection. Waking up to an empty advent calender has lost it's appeal... a girl needs to watch her figure. Not to mention, I can't get away with no longer buying presents. My parents? Whether or not they prefer the toothless child who fed her sprouts to the dog, or the very drunk teenager who left her sprouts on the bathroom floor remains to be seen.