I am by no means not terribly exciting for Christmas, as usual, but every year, the excitement seems to decrease little by little. I think there are several reasons for this. One, is that when we are kids, Christmas time is built up to be this amazing night where a large man in a well known costume comes down the chimney, eats the cookies you and mommy baked, and leaves you presents. What could be more fascinating to a young child's imaginative mind? As we grow older and mature, we realize that those stories are not true and that Christmas really is not about presents and Santa. We come to look forward to the time we spend with family at the Holiday time. However, as terrible as it sounds, you are not the only one getting older.
Sadly, it is getting to the point that every Christmas could possibly be my grandparents last. This year, my mom will have to get surgery on her aging bones and will most likely spend Christmas in bed. Not to mention I have school to worry about before I get to go home and when I get back. There is just so much added stress these days when Christmas comes around and it seems that the cynicism is an undeniable quality one gains with age. Older people are typically just not as good as seeing the "magic" and happiness that Christmas can bring like little children can. It's really a sad thing, because I think the Christmas can really be one of the most wonderful times of the year.
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Sadly, I feel the same way, and at my age, Christmas comes around very fast. The old saying "Slower than Christmas" has to be from the kids' point of view, because from the adult's view, as soon as you get all the shit put away, out it has to come again. The most magic Christmases were when we were little and it was all so new and exciting. But I also think the best part was going to the candle-light church service on Christmas Eve at 11PM and singing the carols in the dark with the organ music. That seemed to give the whole thing a mysterious and magic, and reverent, atmosphere.
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