"'TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.”

Yes Christmas Eve has finally arrived, the day when children all around the world go right off the hyperactive Richter scale waiting for the big man in the red suit to land on their rooftop with his sleigh full of goodies.

It's also the day millions of men around the world actually make a start on their Christmas shopping.

I jest of course, but speaking of shopping I was extremely organised this year and managed to get everything done in plenty of time which was handy as I attempted to go to Silverburn Shopping Centre on my break in between Panto shows a few days ago for some last minute bits and pieces only to end up queuing for 40 minutes just to get into the car park never mind trying to find an actual space.

Once inside it was like a real life live version of Dale Winton’s Supermarket Sweep (God I loved that show) and I lasted all of about seven minutes in the place before running out of the nearest exit.

I'm also genuinely beyond disappointed that we won't be getting a White Christmas again this year as it just never feels very festive without a good old snow blizzard on Christmas Eve.

My first memory of snow was way back when I was a child of maybe four or five.

It was on a Christmas Eve and my dad had taken my sister and I on the bus to visit my Granda, a truly wonderful man who I miss every day.

My Granda lived in Crowlin Crescent in Cranhill over in Glasgow’s East End and there were about 60 steps to climb up a steep hill to get up to his street from the bus stop on the main road.

I remember the snow so vividly that day because it was almost up to my waist in parts and it was so deep that my dad, my sister and I couldn't climb the stairs for laughing as what we actually required was some sort of Ski lift to try and make it up to the top.

As soon as we got into my grandads house it was clothes off and on to the radiator to dry while we cozied up on the sofa next to the fire with big fluffy blankets around us watching The Snowman on TV.

Another vivid Christmas Eve memory I have is some years later when I was about 13 and being at my Auntie Marie's house playing the Elaine Paige album and decorating her tree with lots of blue and silver decorations almost beside myself waiting to see if Santa would bring me that Meat Loaf Album I'd been hoping for (It's taken me 22 years to publicly admit that but yes, you did read it correctly).

For the last few Christmas Eve’s in a row I've been in panto and haven’t come off stage until nearly 10.30pm so I’d just go straight home to bed but this year will be so different as my last show today is at 5pm so I'll be home by 7.30pm.

For the first time in ages I'm heading out for a few drinks with friends and then coming home to snuggle up on the couch to watch a Christmas classic, It's A Wonderful Life and I can't wait.

2015 has been one of the best years of my life both personally and professionally, although I've also had to sadly say goodbye to some dear friends too.

I’ll be sorry it's all over come New Year's Eve if I'm honest but something tells me that 2016 is going to be even better.

As this is my last column this year I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for joining me each week as I discuss the weird and wonderful goings on in the world and I’d love to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

All the best when it comes and see you in 2016.

Much love, Michelle xx