Scrooge is in the house

I don't know why I'm such a scrooge.  Maybe the length of time between Thanksgiving and Christmas has just gotten shorter with age.  I think I feel too much pressure to make Christmas awesome that it doesn't feel awesome.  Thoughtful gifts seem to float around outer space instead of my head.  Maybe the shopping gets to me, or the fact that I can't really make anything meaningful.  The only thing I can really do is craft or sew and either one is no longer time or cost efficient. hmm. We did buy plane tickets to give to the kids as presents (flights to a certain mouse-themed park in CA).