I read something today which struck a chord, in terms of Christmas - if you lose the magic, it never comes back.
For me, Christmas Day is like waiting in for a delivery. I can't go out, I can't really relax, and I can't get stuck into a project because this thing thing is going to arrive at some point.
I understand that, why and how people get excitement and joy from this time of year but I just don't have that, and haven't done so since I was little. To be honest, it doesn't bother me, it's nice to see people so happy and finding the wonderful in the smallest things. It's nice to see people expressing their faith, it's nice to see lights and hear people singing in the streets. I love hunting out and giving gifts and I love making things and filling the house with shiny things.
Boxing Day, however, is the best!