I am already a festive emotional wreck.
It all began with that hare and the bear, you know, the John Lewis ad where the hare buys the bear a clock so he can wake from hibernation to see his first Christmas.
The animation is captivating, I’ve always loved Somewhere Only We Know by Keane and Lily Allen’s interpretation is beautiful.
By the end of the first showing, my bottom lip was quivering and I had a tear rolling down my cheek.
Then there was Tesco with its video footage of a family celebrating Christmas over the years.
I swear we had some of that dodgy-looking carpet you can see at the start of the film, and I am now hankering after a Santa gravy boat.
Even the Royal Mail had me welling up, delivering parcels all over the country to their choir singing All You Need is Love.
Then there’s the Morrison’s ad with Ant, Dec and a gingerbread man singing Be Our Guest. You can’t beat a musical.
And what’s not to love about Aldi’s Father Christmas who wants a holiday in Barbados or male supermodel David Gandy in Marks and Spencer’s Believe In Magic & Sparkle (OK, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley plays the lead role, and Helena Bonham Carter makes an appearance, but it’s Mr Gandy who wears it well for me).
But it’s the Sainsbury’s advert that has won my vote.
It’s a series of videos capturing Christmas In A Day, from buying trees to wrapping presents, leaving carrots out for Santa and his reindeer to waking up on Christmas morning, as well as sharing gifts and laughs with family and friends.
Then there’s Jonathan Proud, who filmed himself making meticulous dinner preparations, complete with a spreadsheet.
Sadly, my preparations are more like the woman who follows him in the film, struggling to work out the timings because she can’t add up.
If you haven’t seen it, keep an eye out for it, and I dare you not to well up in the closing moments when those children are sending their soldier dad some loving messages.
Am I one of the only people in the world who doesn’t own a onesie?
I think I must be a trend-setter, way ahead of my time, because I used to have a bright pink fluffy one-piece when I was about 10 years old.
I loved it, and think my mum had to get rid of it because I wore it so much, it was almost threadbare.
That was more years ago than I care to mention and I really don’t think I can pull the look off now, although as the temperatures plummet, I’m not sure I care. Warmth over fashion is starting to rule these days.