I'm not sure what happened, but this holiday season I am feeling a bit Scrooge-ish. Shad says it's the tree. Our Christmas tree is fake and doesn't smell like anything. He could have a point, but as I sit here looking at our Christmas tree I can't help but start wondering why we feel the need to have a tree in our house anyway. I don't recall any tree in the story of the birth of Jesus. It is fun to hang stuff the kids made on it, but isn't the fact that we feel the need to go out, take a tree and stick it inside our house a little on the cookoo side?
And the gifts; remind me why we feel the need to go out of our way to obtain debt so we can give more stuff we don't need away to each other, because I am not getting it. Yes, I did go out of my way to purchase gifts for my children, and even made some gifts this year for others with the hope that this would make the gifts more meaningful or something, but now I find myself questioning my own intentions. My kids don't need any of the things I bought. They have an over abundance of things they don't need, and I went out and added to their collection. Isn't that a little bit on the cookoo side too?
Perhaps I've been affected by some kind of anti-Christmas virus or something. If I have, and if there is one, would I even want the cure? I feel like Christmas hype has sucked the life right out of me. I don't claim to know the real reason behind Christmas, but I am pretty sure it isn't this.