It's the most wonderful time of the year....

Christmas. A time for family, fun and endless heart-warming-cinnamon-smelling-chestnut-roasting-joy. Or, the time of year that makes you want to punch an elf. Here in the office, two camps have officially formed: it’s Creatives vs Account Management, Festive Well Wishers vs Grinches On Edge. Tension has been rising all week; the suggestion that the collection of free coffee stamps could, perhaps, be cashed in was batted down (“what else do you think I’m getting the family?”) The threat of matching Christmas jumpers was bandied around, (“do I look like I’m in One Direction?”) but today, today, the ante has been upped: Team Creative is in charge of the music. Emily, proudly sporting the festive sweater and undeterred by the overwhelming lack of enthusiasm, is determinedly making her way through a playlist with more festive spirit than a Santa’s Grotto office party when suddenly, the unthinkable happens. Just as we think John, Head Grinch, may spontaneously combust with Noddy Holder-rage, his head pops over the desktop parapet and asks “can we have some Mariah Carey please?” Pass the brandy, I believe Christmas has arrived.