It's wierd. Over the last five years or so, I've grown, shall we say, to dislike Christmas.House is decorated. Tree is up.
Trying to get in the mood. Having a hard time.
I'm at a point in my life where if there's something I really want, I just buy it. If there's something my wife wants, she gets to buy it.
My kid doesn't need more crap. She's got more stuff than she needs (she's an only child, and my parents only grandchild).
My parents have done a ton for us this year. My dad build us stuff all the time.
And my wife's sisters breed like freaking rabbits. We buy gifts for the kids, and my wife's youngest sister is a self inflicted dumpster fire.
I'm just over Christmas, and have been for the last few years.