As per usual, I have a major case of the holiday humbugs. I used to love Christmas, the lights, the tree, the smiles on people’s faces. I still enjoy looking at the lights, but it’s nowhere near the level of love I used to have. I remember, one Christmas right after Rob and I moved back here, we went driving to look at the lights. We haven’t done that since, though.
All the hunting for the right gift, all the money.. all the commercialization of the holiday has put my in a place where I hate the mere thought of Christmas. I put on a smile, suck it up and try not to let my Scrooge-ness ruin it for others, but it’s hard. As a kid, I was happy with whatever I got for Christmas. I didn’t expect the biggest or best things in the world. But now, it seems like kids expect to get whatever they want, no matter the cost.
For Instance, my 18 yr old nephew wants Gears of War 2 for the Xbox. That’s the only thing he asked for and that is a $60 game. The 8 yr old wants a nearly impossible to find set of Magnetix. The other things that were suggested for him are also nearly impossible to find, or if you can find them, they’re out of *my* budget reach. More and more, I realize just how different my sister raised the boys as compared to how we were raised. It makes me sad, really.
But, life will go on. I will go to the Mall Friday, I will shop for the little monster and his brother and they will get what I get them, like it or not. I can’t wait for the holiday to be over, but then I’ll have even more crap to worry about. It’s a never ending cycle. *sigh*
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