it's so sad that the most widely recognized pago-christian holiday has been reduced to a blurb like "xmas". not that i'm particularly pagan, or particularly religious at all about the holiday lately. nor was i was complaining while icing cookies - xmas is much shorter to try to write neatly in frosting (and much easier with all those straight lines). just the idea of things changing is sad. i have all these memories of that special feeling - there's a chill in the air and i'm looking for the perfect gift for someone, or trying to score on some candy, or sneaking to stay up all night and try to catch santa. i think i'd be able to feel that way again if i didn't have to act like a grown up - i can't stay up all night baking cookies (too often) because i'll be too tired to work. i can't necessarily have all the candy i want because then i'll have to run more to work it off, and so on. i think the magic exists best for those who don't have the responsibility of organizing or cleaning up afterwards.
what a depressing idea.