The presents are wrapped. I can finally see the surface of the kitchen table. I've banned the boys from making a fort out of the living room couch. Went to the grocery store. The tree is still standing and can boast a survival rate of 99% of its ornaments this year.
I should be ready for Christmas. I think I am ready for Christmas. But I sure don't feel like Christmas.
I'm not depressed about it or sad, but the elevated general goodwill and cheer for this time of the year seems to be missing.
Maybe it's because it's 40 degrees outside right now. Instead of bundling up to go outside and enjoy the crisp frostiness of winter, we're shedding layers and heading outside to the pungent smell of thawing dog poop.
Or maybe it's because I heard some contemporary Christian singer butcher "Angles We Have Heard On High" so badly that I couldn't shake the mental image of Jesus crawling back up on the cross and yelling, "They're not quite ready yet, Dad."
Ahh..who knows. I'm sure I'll be fine once the turkey comes out of the oven Saturday afternoon and we crack open the Royal Bitch Chardonnay. Guaranteed spirit raiser.
P.S. I would like to thank the wonderful women and men in the armed forces who are protecting my right to sit here and wallow in apathy. Bless you all. I wish you could all be home with your families.
Posted by Cathy at December 23, 2005 03:26 PMCathy
Have the VP play you some good old Christmas music
from his bagpipes, nothing says christmas like bagpipes.
Ah, the thawing dog poop. I hear ya sister!
Posted by: mrs. bickerson at December 23, 2005 11:58 PMIt may not be traditional, but there's no way I'm going to complain about 62°F and sunny on Christmas Day.
Posted by: aelfheld at December 25, 2005 01:06 PM