To my brain, it’s still about Dec. 5th. I’m completely not ready for it to be Christmas already.
It’s because of that massive paper. I spent most of the month working on it and nothing else, so I never really thought about how it was that time of year and all.
Not that I’ve ever been the Christmas type anyway. I hate listening to Christmas music, and there aren’t very many holiday-themed movies that I actually like, and until today, I hadn’t even watched any of them. (And the only reason I watched any today is that I got together with my parents for our usual Christmas eve thing, and so we watched several things before ending the evening much later than usual.)
The only good thing, to me, about it being the end of December instead of the beginning is that it’ll be safe to go shopping again soon.
And hopefully the stores will stop playing the terrible renditions of Christmas carols. That would be nice.