It’s easy to be cynical about Christmas these days, given that it starts in mid-September and proceeds to get increasingly more present in the months leading up to December until it is eventually omnipresent. (Happy, Mr Hussick?) By the time it actually arrives, people are so thoroughly sick of the whole “Christmas” thing that they just want it over and done with for another few months until the whole thing starts over again.

It’s not like that for everyone, of course. I doubt that the kids out there are as cynical about Christmas. I certainly wasn’t when I was a kid; Christmas was a time to be excited. There was a different atmosphere about the whole day, and not just the tangible excitement over getting presents or eating copious amounts of turkey dinner. It felt like a special day when nothing could possibly go wrong, when it would be impossible for Bad Things of any description to happen.

I haven’t felt like that for years now. I forget the last time I felt that way, but I’m pretty sure it was back in my childhood. Perhaps there’s more to be said for the belief in Santa Claus than people give credit for. It doesn’t help that the last few Christmases I’ve had were pretty underwhelming at best and downright unpleasant at worst. The Christmas that I had to work over and then spent the best part of Christmas week lying in bed alone suffering with a strong bout of flu—proper flu, the “can’t get up because your whole body aches too much” flu—was a particular lowlight, but the events of the past year haven’t made me particularly feel like celebrating anything at any point.

I am spending this Christmas abroad, though, away from this cold, grey, depressing land. I’ll be over in the States, where I’ll be spending most of the time with my family, including my brother, his wife and his kids, whom I haven’t seen for some time. I saw John earlier this year, but it’s still been a while. I’ll also be spending at least one weekend with my very good friend Mr Chris Whittington, former host of the Squadron of Shame SquadCast, and hopefully we’ll get the chance to put together a special seasonal/end-of-year show for everyone to enjoy. Then we can kick 2010’s ass out the door and let it rot in the gutter like it deserves to.

I seem to recall having similar thoughts at the beginning of this year; that 2009 had been, on the whole, shitty for most people involved including myself, and many of us started 2010 with hope for the future. I can say with some confidence right now that I’m just happy to get to the end of each day at the moment. Any time I’ve had a bit of long-term hope for the future, what with job interviews for positions I’d give my right arm for, those hopes have ended up being dashed for one reason or another. So right now it appears to be something of a case of taking each day as it comes and hoping something good eventually happens.

Not a great way to do things, but little else I can do right now. So you’ll forgive me if I’m not exactly full of festive cheer.