It’s been a long time since I cared about Christmas.
I did a little bit of decorating at work today and I couldn’t have been more indifferent about it. Green stuff, sparkly stuff, things that resemble Christmas trees. In the end, what I did looks festive enough, but to me it just doesn’t mean a lot.
I can’t seem to come up with a specific age or year when Christmas lost its magic, but perhaps growing up in a non-religious household its days (or years) were numbered anyway. In my younger years, Christmas was always that really good get-together with the whole family where loads of food and fun happened. Gifts were cool, but second to the get-together itself. The majority of my extended family doesn’t drink and so festivities never included spiked eggnog or any of that stuff– Christmas was purely to be with each other and it was pretty wonderful.
Now, the family is smaller (despite the children born over the years) and seems more spread out. There haven’t been ‘big’ get-togethers in years. Sometimes I wonder why that is, and sometimes I think the fade was inevitable. I still think about past Christmases fondly, but it’s because of the people, never the time of year.