it seems like every year that goes by the holiday spirit reaches me a little less and i start to sympathize with the grinch a little more. it blows my mind because as a kid i used to looove christmas. like wait up all night for my family to wake up, love christmas. i didn’t even mind spending money to buy things for everyone. i would save up all the money i could throughout the year and spend all of it on christmas. to be honest, most of the gifts were kind of crummy. i mean, come on, i was a kid, but people still smiled opening them knowing that i had worked my hardest to find gifts they would at least get some use out of. this year, the thing i've been looking forward to the most is a day off from work; how have i sunk this low?
last weekend i was hanging out with some friends and we were all talking about christmas reminiscing on our favorite memories. all of our stories revolved around the actual day of christmas, but when my last friend spoke she put all of our stories to shame. she said:
we thought she was finished there and were getting ready to transfer the conversation to how much we didn’t want to spend money but then she continued.
she looked at the rest of us and blushed when she finished telling her story. i felt the guilt and shame that the next thing i was planning to say was how little i wanted to spend money and looking at the faces of the rest of my friends, i could tell they were feeling the same. she gave me a new lease on christmas, helped me find that holiday spirit that has been out of reach and gave me a new found excitement to create memories this christmas and think of the future.