My brother Archie has turned into a proper little homemaker. It's disgusting. He's already gotten the tree up. I've tried to tell him it'll be dead before Christmas, but he seems unphased and went ahead and decorated it anyway. My eyes hurt from the lights and baubles, not to mention the excess of tinsel.
(And yes, ladies, he's somehow managed to stay single. I encourage you to please take him out. He's a working bloke that's fully housetrained and knows how to clean up after himself. I'm told that's a big deal in the heterosexual world).
I much prefer the autumn holidays - better music and better drinks. Who needs eggnog and a yule log?
(PRIVATE: POPPY POMFREY) How is it the holiday season already? Didn't we just survive the last one? It's almost like there's one every year. I'll be in a drunken stupor until this one is over and there's nothing you can do to stop me.