The christmas lights are up and twinkling
The embankment and eye are enchanting
The markets lure me in with the smells of doughnuts and fudge
Who wouldnt want to be elbow to elbow with commuters on the tube
Every single shopper seemingly on a one man mission to walk to France before days end
Police on every street corner making you feel shifty
But really, despite the crowds, the noise, the tackiness and the endless queues, there's something utterly wonderful in seeing every shop window glittering, disgruntled santa hat wearing staff and rosy, wind bitten cheeks.