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Kenny wants Sarah to get some Xmas spirit.

I usually love Christmas (no really, love) more than anyone.

Last year, I bought a huge tree, talked my friends into throwing a big Christmas party complete with ugly sweaters and reindeer antlers, and relished as usual in the annual traditions. I cry every time I watch “It’s a Wonderful Life,” I practically find religion during Linus’ big speech about the Christmas Story in the Charlie Brown special, and I can honestly find real joy in just driving around in the snow and looking at other people’s light displays.

I’m a sucker for Christmas. Just not this year.

This year, I have not been able to muster up the spirit. What’s my problem?

1) Mexico: Mexico was awesome. And not entirely un-Christmasy. But spending the week I’d normally be smelling the air for signs of snow and lighting spicy candles laying on a Mexican beach getting sun and sipping Pina Coladas was hardly the right way to kick off Christmas. Heck, I didn’t even hear “Feliz Navidad” once all week.

2) No Snow: Most people are all “I’m dreaming of a White Christmas…until that is it snows for the effing second time in two days and I can’t get out of my g.d. driveway.” But I’m really pro-snow in December. It’s Christmasy! Unfortunately, while my home state was getting blanketed in crippling sheets of ice and then socked with back to back storms, I was clinging to a thin strip of canvas 200 feet above the ocean and shrieking in pure terror. You say I’m lucky, I say I’m Grinchy.

3) The Move–This year, I moved three times. Seriously. Believe it or not, transporting everything you own three different times in one calendar year is…draining. The last thing I want to do now that I’m settled? Is go anywhere. Bad enough I just got back from Mexico–I am literally dreading getting on the plane on Christmas Eve.

Then again, if I don’t go to New Hampshire, I don’t get my new Uggs. Or my Christmas Eve lobster. Or ribbon sandwiches and Christmas morning mimosas. And my mother’s insistence that we can’t start on gifts until the stockings are done, despite my sister and I clocking in at 31 and 29 respectively. Speaking of my sister, she spends Christmas eve make craploads of awesome cookies and playing the Kenny Rogers inexplicably brilliant “Christmas In America” CD over and over.

So maybe it won’t be so bad.

The mimosas might be enough to infuse me with a little Christmas spirit, anyway. That and the annual 24-hours of “A Christmas Story” on TNT.

Oh and peace on Earth and goodwill toward men and all that.