Hi.

It's never ceases to amaze me how right about this time every year, I feel strange.

Today I found myself singing Christmas songs, and wondering when they'll be on the radio so I'm not belting them out off key. That seems like something a cheery person excited for Christmas. But that's not me. I get so sick of Christmas songs that I flip out at radios, people, singing stuffed animals.

Recently I found myself wishing there was snow on the ground so I could bundle up and build a snowman, or throw a snowball or two at my mom or dad, or other fun stuff like that. That's not like me. There no season I dislike as much as winter. Being cold sucks. I cold right now, and that makes me unhappy.

I find myself wanting winter break to be here, to spend time with my family, buy and wrap presents, watch Elf and other assorted funny/cute Christmas movies. But again, that cannot be me! I'm always and forever agitated by my parents, I suck at picking out presents, I wrap gifts like a 4-year-old, and I've seen those movies a billion times.

I'm not a huge fan of the whole winter-holidays thing. I'm not what you would call cheery. So why do I feel so excited for the whole thing?

Bye.