When I was a kid Christmastime felt magical, you know? Full of wondrous, spirited, warmhearted holiday happiness. Like in the movies. Lately, not so much. Since I’ve been in my 20’s this time of year just doesn’t feel as special. It’s more wrought with thoughts of stress, spending a ton of money on gifts, worrying about overeating, being lazy with my time off, and making sure I can perfectly balance work, life, and all the holiday hoopla. I realize this sounds totally scroogey and, I admit, I am fully looking towards a time when I get jazzed again about the rapid succession of the holidays (maybe when we have a house to decorate or kids to enjoy it with?). For now I guess I’ll just try to stay positive, warm, and humble.