Not Feeling the Christmas Spirit

For the first time in my life, I'm not looking forward to Christmas. I'm dragging my feet with the Christmas shopping, baking, and decorating. A couple of days ago, I finally brought home a tree, but I didn't decorate it. My Amazing Daughter spent the evening turning the little, Charlie Brown-esque tree into a sparkling beauty. I have baking materials cluttering up the kitchen counter, and am in the middle of making chocolate covered pretzels. I sort of just abandoned the project. And I haven't bought anything for Hubby that can be wrapped and put under the tree. I see no joy in the whole Christmas thing. In fact, I can't wait for the next few weeks to just be over with.

Okay, enough whining. Time to make good use of the daylight hours and be productive. Maybe I'll go in search of the Christmas spirit.

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J said…
(Go for a run or a swim or a ride...)
December 17, 2010 at 11:12 AM
JK said…
I do think that's part of the problem. It's so cold I can't stand it in the garage, which means I don't go out to run or cycle on the trainer. I wonder if I can get a week or two pass at the Y just to get me through the holidays.
December 17, 2010 at 1:27 PM
J said…
You can, and they're relatively inexpensive. I think Gold's is $25 a week, and Hubby says that the Y is about the same price as Gold's.
December 18, 2010 at 9:22 PM
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