I can't figure out why. This year the weather in Phoenix has actually reached almost-record lows, hovering in the 20's and 30's overnight, so I should be feeling more Christmas-y than last year's no-need-for-a-coat December.
But I'm not.
I don't want to take Bjorn to sit on Santa's lap. Why wait in a three hour line so I can get a $20 picture of my kid screaming as he sits on some fat guy's lap when he doesn't even know who Santa is yet? I'll have plenty of years ahead where I smile patiently and wait so he can desperately ask Santa for his red rider BB gun, but for now, I opt out of the whole deal.
I pushed and prodded and cajoled until I got the Hubs to take a Christmas card picture
I blame retailers for selling Christmas ornaments before Halloween, completely skipping a whole fun month of food, festivity and holidays.
Could I be Christmased out before the season even begins?
Yesterday I grudgingly began holiday decorating. Every other item I took from our 7 boxes of decorations made me cringe. Did I really think that puffy paint personalized stockings would stand the test of time? And sparkles? Wow. I immediately started a box to donate.
And today? I'm going to brave the stores with a kid who has just gotten over being sick since Sunday. A kid who wants to run and play after sleeping and whining away the last four days. But I need something (red and purple ornaments, fruitcake, the dreaded tinsel, anything) to make it begin to look alot like Christmas.
Maybe Santa can bring me some Christmas spirit this year. Otherwise, thy name is Scrooge.