Why can't I seem to get into the Christmas spirit.?
I usually love Christmas and from December first to new years eve I am all about Christmas. However, this year I'm not feeling the spirit. I'm in a good place right now so I'm not feeling down or anything. I've done my usual Christmas stuff this year. Decorating the tree, buying gifts for my parents and siblings, listening to Christmas carols, watching Christmas movies but this year just doesn't feel the same as last Christmas. I've noticed this about Halloween too, which is my favourite holiday, but this year it was just a day I went to visit my grandmother and watched some movies while gaining ten pounds munching on chocolate and candy. Is it just that I'm an adult now living on my own for the first time and have just outgrown my usual excite and joy? Am I not aware that something has me down or is bugging me? I'm usually a moody person so I'm not always aware when there is something wrong.
- Anonymous2 weeks ago
Maybe because of the stress of work
- Anonymous2 months ago
Christmas, the manmade festival of food and wrapped gifts, can ring hollow and fail us. Take a moment to read Luke Chapter 2 in the Bible which tells us about the first Christmas. No wrapped presents, decorated tree or egg nog. Just the beautiful story of the birth of Christ. Christmas is named after Him -- Christ's Mass. John chapter 3 explains why Jesus Christ came to this world. To give us the gift of eternal life (heaven when we all eventually die)-- all we need to do is to accept Him as our personal Saviour. You are still young so take the opportunity to meet more guys. Church is a great place to start. No one is asking you to sleep with every guy u meet. Just don't rush to settle on the first guy you date. He may or may not be good for u. Take care. Merry Christmas!
- Nice hobbitLv 52 months ago
You can still lOve Christmas 🎅, but not in the spirit of things..
Look deep down, the answer is there.. Wish u the Best Holiday
- Pearl LLv 72 months ago
maybe cause youre just not as interested now
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- Pat WoodenLv 72 months ago
Are your siblings younger than you? When I moved away from home I really missed the childish wonder and enthusiasm my younger siblings brought to the holidays. So,when I was ready to decorate my tree and bake cookies, I asked my older sister if I could borrow her kids for the day. A great time was had by all!
- Anonymous2 months ago
The true spirit of Christmas
Late Christmas week I was rushing around trying to get some last minute
shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the season
right then. It was dark, cold and wet in the parking lot as I started
loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I
was missing a receipt that I might need later. So, mumbling under my breath,
I retraced my steps to the mall entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet
sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years
old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged
flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he
was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand.
Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was
wrong. He told me his sad story.
He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four
sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was
poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to
support her large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save
two hundred dollars to buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy
had been dropped off by his mother on the way to her second job. He was to
use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to
take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall when a boy grabbed one
of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did."
"And nobody came to help you?" I queried.
The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.
"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"
I realized that absolutely no one could hear that poor boy cry for help.
So I grabbed his other hundred dollar bill and ran.