novelistic nomad

Not to be a Scrooge, but the Christmas spirit just isn’t hitting me the same this year for some reason and I can’t really explain why.

I have tried to take all of the necessary steps to get in on the Christmas magic. The tree is up, stockings are hung by the chimney with care, and the living room looks like the North Pole threw a party in it. I have watched the classic movies and blasted my favorite Christmas music on repeat. I even drove around town to look at all of the Christmas lights (believe me when I say that my town takes this holiday very seriously).

This year I just feel… Indifferent. It’s as if December 25th may as well be like any of the other 364 days of the year.

It isn’t as though I am sad or feel like a Grinch. There have been small moments when I have had a fleeting burst of Yuletide cheer. But like a notepad that I once purchased online, it didn’t stick for very long.

Am I festively deficient or something? Is there an Island of Misfit Taylors that I should know about? Are there any elves out there that can fix me?

While I can’t explain why I am holly-jolly-stunted right now, I will not let it stop me from trying to be as festive as I can. I’ll continue to do all the things and enjoy those little moments of holiday cheer as they come. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to fake it ‘till I make it, right?