life in observation

I have been looking everywhere I go, whether trying to or not, to see if there is any sign of the Christmas spirit in the air. I go to the grocery store, drive by the elementary schools which used to have enormous decorations before Political Correctness took over, the library, and the neigborhoods. I see little if any sign that it's Christmas. I know it's in the heart and we should look inside ourself for that spirit, but I can't help looking around me for what I call the magic that happens to regular people at this time of year. We are a little kinder, we smile more, laugh harder and give without expecting. I love this time of year, to hear the music, the songs, see the lights, the red bows, wishing and hoping for better days ahead... all of it. It's not the same as it was, it's only a sprinkle of the good old days I used to call, normal.
It's making me crazy. I just want to break out into a big cry and I am not one who is known for being a sap. I just feel the change in this new generation and in society as a whole. It makes me want to go all out and become the weird lady who wears odd clothes, big and bright jewelry with ornaments hanging from my ears carrying my own boombox on my back with Christmas tunes that can be heard from around the block. And I'd dare anyone to mess with a crazy lady, I'm liable to yell, Merry Christmas!!! Merry Christmas!!