Happy December!

The end of the year is here, the end of the beginning of the third millennium anno domini. December is, quite possibly, my favorite month out of the year. Everything about it is so great: the temperatures drop, Christmas lights go on, candy canes, egg nog, Christmas trees (or Hanukkuh bushes), Christmas songs, decorations, everything about it is great. Then, of course, ultimately, there is Christmas--or Hannukkuh, or Kwanza, or Atheists-Felt-Left-Out-And-Decided-to-Celebrate-Christ's-Birth-For-Presents Day. You know, however you want to look at it, really.

In any case, it's a shame that more people don't enjoy the Christmas season like I do. Looking forward to Christmas, or any day of the year for all I care, is, in essence, wasting your life. There are ninteen days left until Christmas '01, and I intend to enjoy those ninteen days to their fullest extent. In all honesty, the Christmas season seems to have just started and is already nearing its end too quickly. In ninteen days--sure, I will have a few more material possessions, but at what cost? Twenty-something days spent simply waiting for it? It may just be me, but I don't see that as a good way to spend the better part of a month of my life.

It seems to me that life is too short to spend looking forward to the future--or worrying about the past, for that matter. Christmas is no acception. Sure, little kids (and bigger kids, and the children-at-heart alike) will look forward to it, and to an extent I envy them. I can't get over the fact that if I'm spending all of my time looking towards the future, then I am obviously not bettering myself in the present. After all, the future depends on the present (unless you want to get in to a discussion on fate, which I don't).

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's just me.

I don't want the Christmas season to end. In an ironic sort of way, Christmas is the saddest part of the whole season. The tree dies, the day that the whole season leads up to is nearing an end, and it will be nearly a year before you get another taste of Christmas.

I don't necessarily feel that Christmas is entirely about family values and religion (obiously it's not as much about religion as it should be anymore); on the contrary, I enjoy getting gifts just as much as the next person. The difference is I don't necessarily spend my time making lists and waiting--I have other things to do. And until Christmas gets here, I'm going to enjoy the events leading up to it as much as possible.

Maybe it's just me.

Maybe it's not.

Merry Christmas, et cetera.

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