Not physically, although my mid-section does feel more spongy these days.
We don't usually bother too much with Christmas, not having any children or grandchildren, and once I retired we began to take ourselves off somewhere "foreign" to get away from the festive frolics each year. During my working years I was always expected to cover for work colleagues who wanted to take the Christmas period off to be with family so we didn't get to do much ourselves in the way of celebrations.
This year I seem to have caught a mild case of the Christmas bug and have felt the urge to do something in the way of decorating the house. Perhaps it is just that this is our first proper Christmas in the Church House - last year was a bit chaotic at this period, what with the house move coinciding with my leg op.
Yesterday I made a small Christmas wreath for the front door and P cut me some holly to put in a vase. I have the little tree and house lights that were gifted to me recently and I have dug out my little silver reindeer for the dresser.
I just need to write and send my cards and the parcels to my sister's grandchildren.
Elfie, meanwhile, seems to have found my stash of chocolate biscuits ...