It's that time of the year again when the air is cool (making me sick most of the time), annoying Christmas songs are played everywhere, Christmas decors are sold everywhere, and the entire town is decked in red, green, silver, gold, and bright lights. It's already December 14, less than two weeks before Christmas, and I have yet to really feel the Christmas spirit. Prolly because I'm too engrossed in work, emo-ness, and other grown-up things. When I was a kid, as early as November or sometimes even October I would already feel giddy and excited for Christmas to arrive. Mommy, my aunt, would make her own Christmas decors such as wreaths, felt poinsettia flowers, and garlands. Me and my cousins would spend an entire day decorating the entire house, especially the gaudy plastic Christmas tree which was the only kind of Christmas tree back then. Sometimes, after dinner, we would stay beneath the Christmas tree and just listen to Christmas songs. Back then, there was no cable TV to take up our time. And of course, our favorite task for the season would be making our wishlists for Santa Claus. Mommy would then collect our lists, and leave it…