Thank goodness for small children. I have three coming to see me on Boxing Day - all great grand children - two aged one and one aged five months.
And what a good thing because I just do not feel inclined to join in the celebrations this year - my first without the farmer of course.
When I left the farm and packed everything for the move I threw away all my decorations; they were all old and I had had them years so they were jaded. Now of course, I have none. I have bought a 'bridge' for the window, with lights, and I have bought a wooden sign saying 'Merry Christmas'. Now I wander round the shops looking for something else which will add a bit of festive cheer without overwhelming me.
Tomorrow is the first of several Christmas lunches for friend W and I when we go to have lunch with Alzheimer's patients and their carers in the little town of Richmond, only a short distance away.
We have preordered and have both chosen salmon, knowing we shall be totally and utterly fed up with turkey by the time the season is over.
So now I shall go and finish writing my Christmas cards so that I can post them in the morning - and that will then be another task I can cross off my list.