Christmas

For some reason, it doesn't feel like Christmas.

This doesn't make sense. All the ingredients are here:
I am sitting on the couch and have no homework I should be doing. From where I am sitting I can see a Christmas tree, stockings, and a Dept 56 village all set up. There are fresh baked cookies in the kitchen and about a foot of snow outside. The majority of my friends' facebook statuses carry Christmas greetings and my family (and family to be) are all on the floor playing a game.

So what's missing?
I want to say it has something to do with me needing to take time to remember what the holiday is about, to sit and read the Christmas story again. But honestly, I think it has more to do with Santa than Jesus.

I hate to admit it, but I think the feeling I don't have that I so long associated with Christmas has to do with the loss of excitement about presents. I mean, I'm getting presents, I like presents, but I don't have that child-like, can't sleep, Santa's coming feeling anymore. There's no magic in the air. Maybe this is good. Maybe this means I'm maturing, that I'm more focused on what Christmas is about, about Jesus' birth, than I am on getting stuff. I like that idea.

But in any case, it does not feel like Christmas eve. Or at least how I'm used to Christmas eve feeling.