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Embarrassingly, all I've really done lately is make about one thousand paper snowflakes to decorate the house with. We (the atheist and the agnostic) put up our small fake Christmas tree the other day and I have accidentally peaked on my Christmas spirit for December and there's only been a week of it so far. This may be finals augured depression? but it feels real & the house seems too decked with Christmas cheer to get any real writing done in, so I'm at my Mom's house, sequestered, and just this afternoon given a clean bill of health.
Was thinking of having a Christmas party, but am feeling too miserly to even consider post finals Christmas cheer's possible return. Oddly, I've been listening to a sickening amount of Christmas music in the car (most of which is appalling), and it's the only time I vaguely remember what it was like to be a kid, believing in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and that of course everything's always gonna end up alright.