Yesterday, I was reading a post about holiday Grinchiness and I realized that I was feeling the same way. I really don’t want to have anything to do with the holidays this year.
My Thanksgiving will be spent with my family at my parents’ house in Ormond Beach. I am usually accompanied by a few friends who don’t have families in the area, but this year, they’ve all got better things to do.
My Christmas will be spent with my parents and siblings in my parents’ condo in Park City, Utah. I’m flying up on Christmas Eve and flying home two days later, because it is the minimal amount of time that I could spend there.
I usually love buying presents for everyone. In past years, I’ve spent thousands on gifts for family and friends. My shopping list sometimes had 30-40 names on it. This year, I don’t think I’ll be buying a single gift.
My house was always decorated – either a fake or a real tree filled with ornaments that each had a story, wreath on the door, lights everywhere – but not this year. I won’t even be opening the boxes in the garage that have all of the decorations.
I’ve tried to get excited about the season, but I just can’t bring myself to care. My Christmas cards that I’ll send out are for the sake of humor, not for the season, and will represent the totality of effort that I’m willing to put forth this holiday.
I don’t know if it’s because this will be my first Christmas as a single man in 12 years, or just a feeling I have that everyone is too distracted, overwhelmed, or otherwise preoccupied to really participate in the holidays, but as much as I try to care, all I want to do is stay home, avoid the stores, and say “Bah, humbug.”
Next holiday season will be different, I’m sure, but this year? I’m really feeling like a Grinch.