I think, no - it seems, that I have turned into somewhat of a Grinch. I don't know why. Or maybe... Well, if I have to force myself to sort of analyze it and think of when it started... I'd have to say with my Grandfather's death. Without him, I don't feel Christmas. Without him, it's not the same. I hate this time of year, now. I can't stand the flashing lights and the Christmas trees and decorations everywhere! That gosh-awful music drives me insane, and the people?! Oh wow, I can't explain it. Oh, and the gifts - Urgh! Yes, I even hate the gift-giving/receiving.