confession

Yesterday I came to grip with reality and admitted the one thing I didn't want to admit. In all actuality and I confessed the one thing I never thought I would ever confess. And that is that I'm not excited about Christmas. At all. I'm not the grinch, but maybe a lil humbug. And I don't know why. I have my christmas tree up and a couple snowmen and I just want to tell Jeremy to take the rest of the boxes and get them out of my house, I have no desire to finish decorating. And I know that isn't what Christmas is about, but decorating normally shows my excitment and it's zilcho. Bummer.