HALLOWE'EN is over, Bonfire Night a distant memory and John Lewis is trending on Twitter.

You can bury your head in the sand but we all know this points to one thing and one thing only: the portly bloke masquerading as a genial, bespectacled grandfather will soon be breaking and entering a house near you.

Christmas is well and truly upon us - and we all need to pick a side.

You can either be one of the miserly misers, who is determined not to smile until January 1.

You might not think you're this person, so here's a mini quiz: did you spend the whole of September moaning because the advent calendars were already out in the supermarket? Do you not really 'get' mulled wine? Did you prefer Scrooge before he had his epiphany?

If you answered yes to any of these, chances are you're the type of person I'll be avoiding - because despite your very accurate diagnosis of early onset advent calendars, you'll spend the whole of December moaning because 'Christmas snuck up on me again!'

However, you might be the opposite.

You might be the type who's already put their tree up and thinks tinsel is a legitimate fashion accessory.

You'll know you're this person if you think there's nothing wrong with having an entire herd of luminescent reindeer on the roof, beaming 24/7 into your neighbour's bedroom window. You may also think advent calendar chocolate is an acceptable breakfast food, and you'll be the type who justifies a binge on Terry's chocolate orange because it's 'probably' one of your five a day.

I'm definitely in the latter camp.

My Christmas jumper is already bought, washed and ready to be pulled on at any available opportunity and - annoyingly for the grumps among you - my Christmas shopping has been bought and wrapped for several weeks now.

The most strenuous thing I plan on doing come the start of December is cracking open a giant tub of Celebrations. Or Roses. Or both.

And I might get up to change the DVD after I've watched Elf a few times.

The only thing that will make this year even better is if it tips down with snow on Christmas morning.

But that's another divisive issue and I've run out of my word count, so we'll save that for another day.