Wait, there’s four days until Christmas? Without being maudlin, I have to say this is the least Christmas-y feeling Christmas I can remember. If it were not for the prospect of seeing some relatives, I would just as soon stay inside — no church service, no movie, no stollen, (perhaps) no Chinese food — and wait for the 26th. I’ve not sent out a single card. The artificial tree waits for ornaments.
I don’t think I’m alone in feeling this way.