Christmas time is here again…
December 13, 2005I miss the old days. Back when Christmas was magical. The air brisk and filled with smells of cinnamon, cookies and pine. The darkness of night lit up by little multicolored lights that twinkled off and on without any real rhythm. Bundled up tight in layers of clothes with my face being the only thing exposed; cold and red. Nights and days filled with anticipation of that special morning.
These days, being broke and on my own, Christmas just doesn’t have that feeling anymore. The air is filled with smells of exhaust and garbage. The dark is still pretty dark with only a few of those little multicolored lights here and there. The only bundling up is done at night in bed which makes me not want to get up the next morning. Nights and days filled with dread of the next day a bill is due.
So, where did Christmas go?
I’m trying hard to get that spirit, but it’s hard. The good Reverend Frost is making my Christmas blues go away with his Christmas Music Mixes not to mention his own take on some holiday classics. Those sexy Santa’s Helpers photos put a little nog in the ole eggs too! (Was that too much?)
See I’m that much better… gimme some presents!
Christmas was only fun when we were too small to realize that the presents didn’t come from Santa, and that it was logically impossible for reindeer to fly. Christmas stopped being special when I was like 6 and stopped believing in Santa. Now it’s probably my most dreaded time of year–the stores are in constant disarray and it’s dangerous to shop because people will kill you for the last Furbee or whatever the hell is popular that year. And I’m not even to go into how I hate getting the dual birthday/giftmas present or a birthday pressie wrapped in xmess paper.
What do you mean Santa doesn’t exist? 6? That explains a lot.
I’m not talking purely about the fat man in the red suit or even presents. I miss the feeling that “something” good is happening.