I used to love Christmas. It is not my favorite holiday; it has always been second behind Halloween for me. But anyways, my “scroogeness” has been a slow process that has happened over the years.
Let me explain. Years ago, I would get all excited, and had tons of outdoor decorations, along with tons of indoor decorations. You know, when it takes days (possibly a week), to get everything decorated properly.
But I found that each year, I would put up less and less decorations. I would tell myself, “oh, well I’m just so busy”, what can people expect?
I noticed that my family started to not want to help put up the decorations. It became like a chore to get everyone involved and to help me.
The past few years, have been pathetic. Basically my son is grown; he didn’t want to help anymore. And my husband told me, “I’m not putting lights outside”, “If you want them, do it yourself.” Well, that just did it for me.
I refuse to be the lone “worker elf” when it came to decorating for Christmas.
So, two years ago, we managed to get a tree up with some lights. But the poor tree only had four or five ornaments on it. I don’t know if a tree got put up last year, as I wasn’t home for Christmas.
I guess Christmas is really for children, and that is the only reason to make such a big deal with the decorations, to make it special for them.
It is kind of sad that I am such a scrooge now. Every year, when they start putting the Christmas decorations out at the stores, I say to myself, “Christmas, I’m not ready for it!” And there isn’t any desire to decorate anymore.
The only tradition I keep now, is picking out a name or a child from the Salvation Army’s give a gift for a needy person (someone who wouldn’t get anything otherwise).
The only other thing I do like is cooking lots of good food.
Oh well, I know there are plenty of people out there with Christmas cheer to spread around, and thank goodness for that, as I just don’t have it in me anymore.