I'm not very good at Christmas. You'd think that the fact it always occurs on the same date would lend it a certain predictability, but no. It takes me by surprise, every single year. I'm not very good at looking ahead to dates - or even times - in general. It's a source of irritation to the Stoic Spouse that I'm incapable of thinking about dinner until, er, dinnertime. Booking a holiday ahead of the actual date we're planning to go? Forget it. Beginning work on something until the deadline is Continue Reading