As we grow older, our sense of awe and wonder greatly diminishes. That which once brought us joy, excitement, or that warm, fuzzy feeling ceases to incite such a response. Take for example the feeling of Christmas. Christmas, to me as a little kid, was my favorite holiday. I remember being all anxious waiting for its arrival that I kept a little mental countdown which started pretty early usually being almost six months in advance.
Now my family wasn't the one that gave gifts to each other so that was not the reason why I looked forward to Christmas. In fact, I'm not exactly sure as to why I love Christmas so much. I guess it was that feeling of being with family to celebrate a special occasion together. The tradition at our house is pretty simple and low key. On Christmas Eve we would attend mass late at night followed by a meal with the family either that night or the following morning. After we finished eating, there was time for pictures with the family and then game time of some sort (Bingo, Blackjack, Monopoly, etc).
Although we are keeping that tradition alive to this day, it no longer feels the same to me. I think that is one of the reason I hate growing up. Over time it seems like we become pretty much numb inside because we have been through so much and seen so much that everything seem plain and bland.
Word of the Day
Galumph (verb)- to move with a clumsy heavy tread
After an alcohol-filled evening, he galumphed home and flung himself onto his bed only to find that there was someone laying there. :)
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