Most people are thrilled for the arrival of the holidays. Me? I secretly dread them. The period between Thanksgiving and New Years has always been extraordinarily difficult for me, which is rather strange, since I actually LOVE these holidays. But this year, I just can't get myself into the holiday spirit.
There's this strange disconnect, in which I love them - especially Christmas - from afar. I love the holiday excitement. I love the lights, the decorations, the fantasy-like atmosphere of the Christmas season. At the same time, though, I feel like I'm always an observer, not a participant. And I think that that's why I sometimes dread this time of year. And I usually love giving gifts, but for the most part, I'm not doing that this year. And I don't want to get gifts. I just wish that the next 2-3 weeks would just pass by like any other time of the year, as if there wasn't anything special about it.
(The one thing that I truly hate about this time of year: the holiday car commercials featuring luxury car with giant bows on them. I'll hate them with ever fiber of my being until the day I die.)
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