Is it Christmas?

Only around twelve weeks left to Christmas and, to be honest, this is the first time I am not looking forward to it.
Normally I cant wait. Buying just about everything I can think of that my kids will enjoy, plus getting them everything they list from Argos. (Argos, don't know why they think Santa shops with an Argos catalogue!) I loved walking up and down Oxford Street then Regent Street finally giving up and hailing a cab cos I cant lift all the bags of pressies I have. Then, once home, I'd take ages wrapping all the gifts with different coloured papers and tags and sparkly stuff. Then day two off to Romford, which is crap but has loads of stores positioned quite close together, so I could buy yet another plane load of toys for my girls. Occasionally I would pick a small gift for hubby, pants, socks etc. (Well if he cant give me some idea of what he wants, then I just choose the cheapest option!)
Once everything is wrapped the tree goes up, last year it was an upside down tree because you can get far more pressies underneath it.
And all this starts on 25 November! Tree up by 28th and ready for Xmas!
This year is different.
For a start I don't remember having 'The Summer'. I guess it must be S.A.D. setting in, as its cold and has been since June! So my energy levels are somewhat low to say the least.
Also having picked up the puppy for mega money, my credit card is also suffering from an illness! I can hear it crying whenever it is taken out of its wallet.
But the most terrible thing is there is nothing left for my children to ask for! What more can they need?
I checked the newspapers for 'The top ten toys for Christmas' and found a hamster that is interactive but it is priced higher than a real hamster! Although it does drive a car which is cool! Slyly adding it to a conversation the other day I was met with howls of laughter from my now 'adult' children who thought it sounded rubbish!
'So what do you girls want this Christmas'? I asked.
'A horse', said my youngest, who although takes riding lessons now, wants to bring each horse home from the stables like we used to bring pets home from school in the holidays!
'A mini convertible', says my eldest. She's 12.
I will never get a horse or mini under the tree this year unless I put the tree on the roof of the house. And the wrapping paper will cost the earth!