In recent years, the advent of the holidays always brings with it the advent of mild depression, and I know that this is the case for many people.
In my case, I think it has the most to do with a lack of small children in the house, and missing family members, as well as a deep aversion to “the list”.
I used to totally
shopping for gifts for the kids, along with decorating, baking a zillion kinds of cookies, and all those other things that are traditional. But then, the time came when the freaking list became the foundation for all things Christmas, and there went most of the JOY.
When kids are young, you can get away with out a list from them. You pretty well know what they are craving, and you have the fun of shopping for not only those things, but the things that you know they will love but really don't expect. Once they get older, it's a very different matter indeed, and the Xmas list becomes de rigueur, a mandate from the kids, and shopping for Xmas becomes a boring, unsatisfying chore.
I hate the freaking lists, and to my three guys, let this post be my proclamation of independence.
No more bloody lists. You have been forewarned. 
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