I’ve tried everything possible to get into the festive spirit this year from checking out the Santa Claus Parade to chilling out on a grassy hill at Christmas in the Park and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that it doesn’t feel like Christmas to me. Decorations are up all over the city, trees are sparkling in windows all around (my spying is very Hitchcock…I know), and I’ve even received my first parcel of prezzies and still NOTHING! Even more surprising is that I have zero desire to bake and subject my coworkers to a never-ending parade of cookies, bars, and all other glorious goodies full of fat.
I have difficulty believing its the weather that’s bringing on my Grinch attitude as my family used to vacation in sun destinations over the holidays and I’ve always managed to be annoyingly giddy with Christmas delight. It troubles me that I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is about a Kiwi Christmas that doesn’t have me in my usual frenzy of holiday cheer. Good news is that I still have a week before my Orphan Christmas celebration and hopefully at that point I’ll rediscover my festive self once again. After all, if I don’t subject my friends to all the holiday cheer they can handle (okay, I know…I’ll go beyond that and dive into overkill territory) – who will?