Maybe it's because I was robbed. Nah... I wasn't feeling it before that happened (although that did not help). Perhaps it's because I don't listen to Christmas music in my car. I listen to books. Hmmm... I can't listen to music at work either (although today I broke down and shattered the rule- because I was in some serious need for Christmas tunes).
I've decorated trees
and gingerbread houses
and fireplace mantles.
I've hung lights
and pictures drawn by a six year old
and countdown chains.
I've wrapped presents until my back hurt- stretched- then wrapped some more. I've read Christmas books. I've worn Christmas socks. I've sung carols. I've looked at lights (hoo BOY did I look at lights). I went to the MoTab Christmas Concert and bawled my eyes out. I've remembered the Savior in all things (or at least tried).
But still I find myself lacking in excitement. I don't mean to bum anyone out. This isn't meant to do that. I just... want to glow with Christmas spirit. I want to feeeeeeeel Christmas- not just see it circled on a calendar.
Tomorrow is Christmas Adam. I have to work all day- but as soon as I get off work I'm headed home. Like, home, home. When I get there, my parent's house should be crawling with neicephews dressed as Whos and clamouring to watch movies and play games. This year we're having a Who-bi-lation. Maybe that will put me in the mood.
I hope so. I love Christmas and I don't love when I feel so blue. I like a red and green Christmas- not a blue Christmas. I wouldn't even mind a white Christmas- so long as it waits until I'm home.