For the holidays, my house looks exactly as it did before the holidays. 

I don't know if it's just me, but the holidays haven't hit as hard as they usually do with me this year. I'm excited, sure, but I'm not so gung ho about the whole thing. I've been trying, but it's just not hitting.

As a result, I haven't put up any decorations for the holidays. There are no lights. There are no trees. There's no wreath. Nothing. It's all down in the basement still collecting dust from last year.

Does that make me a mean ol' Scrooge? I mean, it's not even just that I haven't done it, I just don't really feel like it. That Christmas spirit hasn't punched me square in the mouth like it usually does.

When I tell people nothing's up, they act like I just committed murder. It's like I'm the worst living being on the planet for not having a full light show in my living room. Grinch! Scrooge! That's apparently what I am?

I don't know. I'm busy. I don't have time to throw up some silly little decorations. I can't be alone in this, though. Isn't there anyone else out there that doesn't really care about being the best decorated on the black?

Maybe it is just me? Maybe I am Scrooge?

...oh well.