‘Tis the season for the most mediocre Christmas ever. None of us are feeling Christmas this year. It isn’t that we’re depressed (though I am fighting depression). It’s just that none of us are really feeling Christmas, you know?

Nevertheless, we went through the motions, Christmas is here, gifts were exchanged, and now we can breathe a sigh of relief, toss out the tree, pack up the decorations, and move on to 2022.

Truth is, this is probably the worst Christmas ever in terms of Christmas spirit, because I’ve got zilch. It isn’t that I don’t want to celebrate Christmas. It’s just that I don’t have any Christmas spirit. I don’t even know why, either. It’s just like Christmas snuck up on me.