I really hate winter. I hate everything about winter. Seeing as how Christmas falls on a winter month, you might as well throw that into the "Hate" category too.
I wish I could get excited for Christmas. I really do, especially for the kids' sake. I do buy them gifts and I wrap them up and I put them under the tree (which my husband and children put up every year). We set cookies and milk out for Santa. We hang up our stockings. We watch Elf. But none of those things really puts me in the Christmas spirit.
Maybe it's because i'm miserably cold for the entire time.
So I'm doing something about it this year. I'm going to Florida, not once but twice. The first will be a solo trip (i.e no children) and the second trip will be with the girls (i.e. no Charlie). I'm not taking Charlie this time because he just turned three. And he still eats his boogers. And he's not going to care or remember seeing the space shuttle, or Harry Potter World, or Shamu the whale. But in four years, I'm going to take him. I promise.