I'm dreaming of a warm Christmas, not like the cold days we've had of late. Where the sun is glistening and the temperature is blistering, just like it was a couple weeks ago.
I hate cold weather. I hate bronchitis and asthma that comes with it. I moved to the Sunshine State because of the warmth. The weather forecasters say it should hit the 70s by Christmas. That's more to my liking. It just doesn't seem like Christmas this year, any way. At least not the way the economy is going. It just seems so trivial shopping for gifts.
My son is 15. All he wants is electronics, skateboarding equipment and clothes. He prefers them in the form of gift cards because I have no clue what he likes -- he's absolutely right about that. My girlfriend wants a bicycle. So I got her one from Wal Mart. No sense in wrapping it up since she knows she's getting it any way. The wrapping paper tears easily and the cheap scotch tape sticks more to your fingers than to the actual gift.
I was going to dig for the artificial tree, but why bother? It's buried under 5,000 old newspapers and probably all bent any way.
Maybe I've become Scrooge at the ripe old age of 46, but it just doesn't feel like Christmas. It also seems so pointless putting up lights. I'm content this year to have good health and to share the day with loved ones.
Then it's on to the BCS bowl games and NFL playoffs. Now that's the Christmas spirit.