I love Christmas. It's my favorite time of the year. I love the magic, and the glow that everything has, and that for one small
part of the year, people are willing to give and to create joy for others. But here it is, two weeks before Christmas, I'm not feeling it.
I'm not ready.
I have looked within myself to find that inner child who glories in the lights and the songs and the giving and you know what?
She seems to be sleeping. Or maybe she wandered off.
I don't know quite why it is, but I am just not thrilled for Christmas. The house isn't decorated yet, we don't have a tree,
and I haven't done any of my shopping yet. I'm not humming carols, I'm not killing Chicken's yet, I'm not bullying other people
into enjoying the season.