I’ve been trying to get in the Christmas spirit this weekend. After all, it’s a new month (December! How the heck did that happen?), and Christmas party season is already in full swing. I’ve attended three so far and the month has barely begun! But I’m not sure that my Christmas spirit has yet found me. In fact, it seems to be more and more difficult for me to locate with each passing year.
I’m having trouble figuring out why this is. When I was younger, Christmas was my favorite holiday. And I don’t just mean when I was a kid, either, which shoots Seymour’s theory of all play and no work in the foot. The music, the food, the happiness that seems to fill the air and everyone around – I love it all. I love the decorations and Christmas trees and the hot apple cider that the Hardin County Auditor’s Office puts out for visitors to the courthouse every year. Most of all, I love spending time with my family, especially the people I don’t often get to see.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 