Christmas is less than 4 days away and yet it just doesn't seem the same.
Things used to be so different as a kid. The joy and hope for a white christmas, the lights shining throughout the neighborhood and the christmas tree in my parent's house glowing bright as I get home from Midnight Mass on New Year's Eve. I can barely remember anything from my chidhood, but I can remember almost every Christmas Eve. The one preasent I would get to open, the fruit my mom would always stuff in our stocking and say Santa brought it.
As a kid, the signs are always right there but we never connect the dots you might say. My house would always be stocked with fruit a couple days before Christmas, then all of a sudden the fruit would disappear Christmas morning and my stocking would be stuffed. Although, I don't know for sure if it was our inability as young children to connect the dots, or just the desire and hope of having something to believe in. I know every year since I had that ability to believe, Christmas seems less and less like Christmas.
Now, not only does it feel different, but my sister is moved out into her new apartment, I have a job and have to work in Columbia until Christmas Eve, and there really isn't anything I need or want to ask my parents to get me. I think I'm officially just getting old and growing up. Maybe on Christmas I'll at least have some spirit.
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