I'm not sure if it's the nausea, or the sunny weather, or the house under construction but frankly I'm just not in the spirited mood this year. I've never "loved" Christmas. I was too young in comparison to my cousins, so by the time I got big enough to remember Christmas Eve programs most of the big kids were about done doing them. And I was the youngest in the house too, so I had to suffer through watching all my brothers and sisters leave until there were a few sad years of just Bud and I, and then I was alone on Christmas morning. I'm not trying to get pity, but being the youngest does change your perspective. Alot of my Christmas memories are of my nieces and nephews, and cousins children (whom are now grown-ups!).
The other major issue is that I also spent the longest time at home which means I have had to unload my mothers 20 giantic boxes of Christmas Crap all through the house helping her decorate year after year. Yes, I complained, but I was still there, even after I moved out. But this over decorating at her house has caused me to be a non-decorator at my house. I have A (ONE) smallish box of Christmas crap. I even have some interesting ornaments we've purchased from around the country, but alas, they are still in the basement and may just stay there this year.
And so I share my bah-humbug (Isn't that nice of me), and I curl up in my blankey and wait for Christmas to be over. I'm not wishing it to pass because I am THAT much of a grinch, but moreso because I'll be through the first trimester come January and I can stop feeling so icky and become a real human again. And so, if you don't see me wearing my Jingle Bell socks and matching appliqued Holiday Theme Sweater you'll know it's because I'm stuck in jammies until the new year.
(PS - I am SO pathetic that the Jewish 5th grade teacher is choreographing our Christmas Sing-a-long this year! I have a wonderful teaching team!)
Authors house NOT pictured. Image represents optimal holiday decorating for those who are not puking.