I hesitate to say this, but I am not in the Christmas spirit this year. Not sure why. I have seen others who are not in the Christmas spirit as well.
I have read other posts – some of which talk well of Christmas, some of which are stressed because they have Christmas shopping to do, some of which have little money, some of which have dysfunctional family, all different Christmases.
I tried watching some old standards – you know, the usual contenders: It's a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 38th Street, A Christmas Carol. God Bless us, everyone, Tiny Tim. But I am still not in the Christmas spirits.
Now I have done some things. I got most of my Christmas shopping done. Everybody but my boyfriend – I mean, husband. All he wants is his "Christmas blowjob." Quick explanation necessary: when we were engaged, I started a tradition of giving him a BJ by the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. I guess it guarantees that I will have a Yule Log each year – sorry for the pun. But he is so hard to shop for. The gift has to be thoughtful and not cost too much. And since he is a guy, he buys himself whatever he wants all year long. We put a moratorium on spending the day after Thanksgiving, just so I can get him something he wants. Really.
Now that I look at what I have bought, I will let you know that the people on my list that I don't even know made out better than blood relatives. Not sure why that is. Someone at the local Safe House is getting a very nice sweater – which cost more than any presents my nieces and nephews are getting. And a little 6-year-old girl is getting a warm coat and a Bratz doll, with many fashion accessories. I sure hope Bratz is in this year. The girl's mother only wanted the coat, but I want this little princess to get something else. Know what I mean? I also donated two sacks full of groceries for a Christmas meal for a family. And none of this giving has kick-started my Christmas spirit.
I really have nothing to complain about – we are both healthy, have enough money so that we are not worried about food, housing or clothing, we have good friends, a good Church. Just sort of blah this year.
I even had great sex last night – lots of passion, sweat, and sweetness afterwards. Hubbie outdid himself. But great sex does not necessarily put one in the Christmas frame-of-mind. It doesn't hurt, mind you, but it does not help that much either.
And I am not depressed, either. I mean, the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is also suicide season because some people are depressed. And that is not me, either. More of a vanilla ice cream feeling than anything. Just sort of blah, though sometimes vanilla ice cream hits the spot. You can always add fruit and turn it into a yummy treat. Guess I am looking for some fruit.