I'm not a modern-day Scroogette, honestly I'm not. It's just that Christmas comes but once a year, and that is on 25th December.
Until then, it's the first 24 days of December, it's Advent, it's winter - but it isn't Christmas!
And, speaking for myself (and I don't expect anyone else to concur) I simply don't feel the need to become the slightest bit 'Christmassy' until it is actually upon us.
If I had my way (and no nagging children), I wouldn't bring in the tree or put up decorations and lights until Christmas Eve itself. I cannot fathom this apparently irresistible urge to hang garish flashing lights indoors and out from the first week of December.
Shops and shopping centres I forgive (at least I forgive them in November - I do still find decorations October a bit overenthusiastic) - they desperately have to try to sell us stuff, so we can wrap it up and give it to other people, or eat or drink it, or wear it to parties.
But why do ordinary householders inflate giant plastic Santas and wedge them between their dormer windows on 1st December? I'm afraid I don't understand. And whatever happened to energy saving and the credit crunch? I'd rather hoped that there would be a noticeable reduction in flashing lights this year . . . but no. Everyone must have been making their savings in other ways, because the ubiquitous garishness is absolutely everywhere, flashing at us from all directions. Electric blue 'icicles', strobing rooftop sleighs, Las Vegas comes to the English countryside. There's no escape.
I am, however, resigned to the fact that, with just one week to go before the Big Day, I am really going to have to crank things up a notch or two and start getting into the Christmas groove.
To help me on my way - and I do hope it offers sustenance to anyone else of a similarly jaundiced disposition - here's the first of my Christmas Countdown, strictly non-commercial yuletide music clips: