Which all means we're on a Christmas fast - not fasting from Christmas, per se, but the big Christmas splurge. And my birthday, right in the middle of it all, is far from exempt. A couple of days ago, Sophie sidled up to me and said she knew what she was getting me for Christmas. Curious - and not one for surprises - I pressed for more information.
"A new house!" she said, delighted with herself.
It seems the Chrisfast message is getting through! We will take our presents where find them - in the building of a new house, in the new garden hoses necessary to keep our plants alive and water the remaining dust bowl, in the removalist coming to carry our possessions to the 33rd house.
All are gifts in a different form, but just as welcome - if not more - this year as any other.
Merry Chrisfast everyone!