I went to my Uncle Bob's for Christmas dinner with my family (mom's side) tonight, which is always my favourite part of the holiday season, and until tonight it definitely didn't even seem like Christmas.
Normally, I am always really excited about Christmas. When I was younger, I loved it, and even after I learned the truth about Santa, I still loved the time of year. All the cheeriness and the giving and family getting together, not to mention the ridiculous amounts of holiday kitsch makes me exceptionally happy. Seriously, the tackier the decorations, the better. I don't care how nice you say the Canadian Tire trees are, with their themes and their colour schemes, I still say a tree isn't a REAL Christmas tree unless it's adorned with dozens of Popsicle-stick ornaments made by little kids. When I was about three, I made an ornament out of file labels and lick'em stick'em stickers...we still put it up every year. I love Christmas.
However, this was the first Christmas where getting ready for it all actually seemed like work. I only have six presents to buy but I still haven't managed to finish. Between the half-dozen functions I have to attend, stressing about getting through my exams and getting just raped by shifts at the restaurant, I feel like I haven't had a chance to sit back and enjoy Christmas. We haven't even decorated our Christmas tree yet (unless you count the tinsel that is still stuck to it from when we packed it away last year.)
Is this what growing up is like? Things you love to do suddenly take a backseat to things you have to do. I'm 20, but I still feel like I'm too young to not totally revel in the Christmas season. Maybe things will pick up again when I'm married and I can share the magic with my kids. Christmas just doesn't seem like Christmas this year, and for no other reason than I seem to be just rushing right past it.
I think my new year's resolution will be to take time to enjoy the things I used to love, before I got too busy for them. I haven't even read a book for pleasure in months. I used to read constantly, and now my bookshelves are filled with dozens, if not hundreds, of books that I haven't gotten the chance to read. I guess they have something in common with the still-in-storage Christmas decorations.
post script: I will be 21 in exactly one month. My life is going by too fast.
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