I’m really trying to get into the spirit of Christmas but find it increasingly hard to do as the years pass bye. We stopped decorating the outside of the house due to several years of cut light strands. Maybe when CB returns from school this weekend. He usually does a pretty nice job of getting things decorated. I know the tree, lights and ornaments will come out of their boxes this weekend for sure.
Other than that, I really couldn’t care less about the holiday. I guess I feel that what they say is true, Christmas is for kids. Now that mine are older, the fun is out of it for me. Also, I never get what I really want. TW and I buy ourselves stuff during the year so by the time Christmas comes along, we’re on empty in regards to gifts. You can only get so many damned gift cards anyway.
The family get-togethers aren’t what they used to be either. There’s so much stress around the holidays that it’s not fun to get together anymore with TW’s family. I sometimes wish we had moved far away when we first got married. It would make it more palatable and fun when we get together. Even having new family (my birth dad’s side) hasn’t added that much spark to the holidays for me.
I’m really turning into the bitter, “stay off my grass,” old man that I never thought I’d be.