It seems that every year, Christmas becomes more and more like “just another day.” This year is the worst. I suppose I’m not alone in that feeling, with so many people living in difficult circumstances that make feeling happy about the holidays more than just a little difficult. Is it any wonder that Scrooge could be turned around from crotchety old fart to happy holiday celebrant, when he had more than enough wealth to keep him comfortable for the rest of his life? Want to make me happy about Christmas? Drop about $200,000 into my lap and I’ll dance for joy. Make it a million and I’ll put on the Santa suit and make a whole lot of other people happy, too.

Barring that extremely unlikely scenario, put me down for “bah, humbug.”