Meh. I don't care what people say. I start thinking about Christmas in October every year. I love giving gifts and sharing traditions, and decorating like an idiot. Some of my happiest childhood memories come from helping my Mom decorate or bake for Christmas. I will always remember the time she let me and my sister sleep in our sleeping bags under the tree. I remember looking up at the glowing lights and thinking it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Most of the time, I'm a jaded skeptic. But at Christmas, I'm a big sap.
Plus, this year, I may actually have a kid to share it with.