wonderings

At church on Sunday, I revealed to my sister and a guy we were talking to that, for the first year that I can remember, I am without the Christmas spirit. This guy promptly chided me, exclaiming, "At this rate, in fifty years, you'll be nothing but an old curmudgeon!" (My lack of bright spirits just may be worth the laughter I've gotton from thinking about the word "curmudgeon," and its various applications.) My sister, on the other hand, is the very definition of Christmas spirit; it hurts me a little to ignore her as she childishly waits for me to finish my blogging so we can sing carols, eat Christmas cookies, reminisce, and engage in any other activities that could enhance the spirits of our environment. She's 22, so I don't feel too bad, but still--
What's wrong with me? Is it college apps? Is it TASP-withdrawal? Is this how (dare I say) grown-ups feel? Only in Christmas movies, I guess. Oh well, maybe Santa will bring me something to pull be out of the dregs. I'll just fake it till I make out-here I go a'caroling.