The one in which I lose the magic of Christmas.
I have no anticipation for Christmas anymore. I'm just kind of like, yeah, it's coming. When I was a small child, I used to believe Santa was coming. And the wonder of it all made me wait up at night. But I never saw Santa in the sky before I fell asleep. At about 4, when my older sibling ruined the Santa thing for me, I was still excited about Christmas. Mostly for no other reason then that I was getting a bunch of presents and money. I thought that I was going to burst if I didn't get to open my present at exactly this moment. I think I probably enjoyed opening the present more than using. The anticipation was even more exciting.
Don't get me wrong, I still like Christmas. And I definitely like getting presents. It's just as I'm getting older, I realize I'm going to get my presents when I get them, and being excited doesn't really help the matter. And of course, I like visiting family at Christmas, but to be honest they are just as much trouble as they are fun, as a whole. Some of my relatives are so fake and annoying you just want to punch them in the face and be like, "Please tell me exactly what you think of me." Not that they would, but it would feel good.
I still like Christmas, but I seriously think that I have lost all the "magic" at Christmas. But I guess that's what happens.
-Mav