Annual Disillusionment

The day after Thanksgiving dawns. Actually, it dawned 3 hours ago when I was trying to sleep. Just know that the suns rises in the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room where I was unsuccessfully trying to sleep on couch cushions. It should be known that I haven’t had any turkey yet. Hopefully that will happen tonight, now that at least part of the family has been gathered from all corners of the globe (Georgia, Alabama, DC, Denmark).

Guess what?! I have no holiday spirit. For this I partially blame the annoyingly repetitive secular Christmas music that was playing on the radio all day yesterday. God help me if I ever hear “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” or “Santa Claus is coming to town” again. Give me Josh Groban’s rendition of “O Holy Night” and I might be able to salvage a little Christmas spirit. Yes, it’s my yearly disillusionment. While everyone else is decking the halls, buying the goods, and singing along to the cheesy songs, I am folding my arms across my chest and saying “Bah-humbug.”

It’s not that I don’t want to have the Christmas spirit. Of course I want to get caught up in the magic of the season. Why can’t I? Honestly, it beats me. Maybe when things get warm and glowy the cynical part of my personality shoots out like a gag reflex. And obviously I hate the commercialization and secularization of Christmas; if you know me at all you probably knew that already.

I’m going to make bread and maybe pumpkin pie today. I suppose we might decorate our dorm room, and in a couple weeks I’ll be decking the four-foot fake tree mom got for the apartment. I’ll go to some Advent services and sing a few carols. Just like the previous years, I suspect I’ll “get in the Christmas spirit” at about 11:30 PM on Christmas Eve. Then morning will come and it’ll all be over. Whoop-de-doo!

For give me my grinchiness. Even the Grinch came around in the end, remember?


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