It is possible that we have peaked too soon. Everything is ready. Cranberry sauce simmering on the stove with its smells of orange zest, cinnamon and cloves infusing the whole house with the scent of Christmas. Fridge log-jammed with provisions, cookies baked and ready. Really, for me, the foods of Christmas just might be the very best bit.
Not that I don't adore the rest too - the wreath is on the (back) door and the family are in position and ready for the off.
Presents are wrapped and labelled and squirrelled away safely from those tempted to indulge in preliminary feelies and smellies.