Each year, I feel less and less of Christmastime. I walk through the crowds of suburbanites visiting the city with little notice. The sales don't jump out at me. The whole "real meaning of Christmas" left me a long time ago. Christmas has for a long felt far more commercial than holy (I'm not complaining - I have no semblance to a holy person).
Now that I'm living back in the same area as my parents and grandparents, and have no children of my own, it's even more distant. While I was living in Virginia, Christmas always meant that I'd do a big shopping trip to New York and that I'd get to travel back to this tiny city to see friends and family. That was always something to look forward to and prepare for (it was nice to be able to take almost two weeks off work yet only take four days of personal time).
It's very surprising to me that today is Christmas Eve. If it weren't for family, I imagine that I'd actually spend Christmas laying on the couch watching Comedy Central and/or David Lynch movies. Or I'd be skiing (Christmas is the only day during this next couple of weeks where the resorts aren't overcrowded).