Peace on earth, good will to men, joy to the world, it tis the season to be jolly.
Except it isn't. I'm starting to think it tis the season to be cranky. The season to be stressed, stretched, exhausted and over it.
The liberal smattering of Christmas carols we've had through the programme this morning is the most Christmassy I've felt all month because everywhere I've been people have been decidedly meh or even grumpy about Christmas.
They're limping to Christmas because they're worn out, the gift budget has been well and truly blown, they feel guilty for not getting their kids exactly what they want and they're racing to get everything done before they need to race off to the next Christmas party or family event.
The roads are crazy already and the drivers are impatient. There's nothing much joyful about four people dying on the roads in one night this week, or even in long queues and people in flash cars trying to jump said queue by cutting in at the last moment. Expect that to get even more festive the closer we get to Christmas.
There were also queues at the petrol station yesterday - and everyone seemed pretty grumpy rather than understanding about how we all want to go away at the same time so we need to fill up at the same time, and there was no one sharing the best wishes of the season.