Christmas blues

So. A very merry Christmas to you too.

It's almost 2 o'clock of Christmas morn, my tummy sorta hurts from gorging on a humongous slice of chocolate Sansrival [which I couldn't finish anyway] and I'm the only one still awake in the house. Simply fantabulous. Except for that cake which I bought especially for the occasion, there really seems to be nothing else that would indicate that this is a special day.

Maybe they're right when they say that Christmas is for the children. I remember I used to be so thrilled whenever it's Christmastime, a feeling which gradually diminished with each passing of the year. This is probably the fourth or fifth Christmas I've questioned why that is so. And no, I still don't have any answer this year.

Maybe I've become too jaded, too much of a cynic, my mind cluttered up with useless ideals and unreachable expectations of what Christmas really should be. I don't know. All I know is somewhere in the passage of time, the magic of Christmas faded away. Sad. But it's something I couldn't deny.