People keep asking me if I'm ready for Christmas. It surprises me each time. "What?!" I answer. "Oh yeah. Nope." The truth is I keep forgetting Christmas is coming.
It's not that I'm not in the Christmas spirit. The whole "peace and good will towards men" is something I try to carry throughout the year. It's not that I'm not in the mood of giving, because I'm usually like that. When money is scarce, I can never give as much as I'd like to, but the desire is still there.
It seems like the older we get, the faster time moves. It seems like it should only be about October. Thanksgiving didn't feel like Thanksgiving this year either. What's up with that too? Maybe I just need to stop and let my sense of wonder play for a while. Maybe I could stop thinking about work, paying bills, walking the dogs, doing the responsible things I do everyday.
I hope my brain wraps around Christmas soon. I'd hate to see another holiday pass and feel like just another day.
Christmas is supposed to be special.