So today was The Day. Christmas Day of course. My parents woke me up (I've been on the couch since my grandparents arrived) to the sounds (and smell) of coffee brewing, the fire going, lighting the tree and turning on all the Christmas lights. I love Christmas morning. I hate the rest of the day.
NO, it's not because I want more presents.
I always feel let down after Christmas morning. The rest of the day is an anticlimax to the festivities of the morning. I've always felt this way and I have NO idea why. I suppose it's because after the gifts are unwrapped and breakfast is served, my most favorite Season of the year is, well, over and done. Sure, we leave the tree up for a few more days, usually until New Years Day, but essentially, the magic and the spirit of the Season is gone. Now, lighting the tree is simply another chore, going through the motions. It doesn't mean what it did 12 hours ago. I just hate it.
Sometimes I want to cry, but I don't. But it doesn't appease me that come November next year I'll be all excited again. I think about how Christmas was years ago, when my sister and I were blown away every year by how much stuff was under the tree! I think about how we would play for hours with our new toys and try on our new clothes, and then bundle up and go to our relatives houses for dinner. It's just not the same and I know that it never will be, but sometimes I just wish I could find that Christmas magic, just one more time...
What's the matter with me? I always get the post-Christmas blues. Am I alone here or do you guys feel something like this too?
Moodily yours, but ultimately, Merry Christmas,
Nay
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