I'm not a generally festive person. I don't really enjoy Christmas Carols, and sure, I'll put up a tree. But only so the presents have something to sit underneath. It's not that I hate it, or don't enjoy it. It's just that it takes so much effort. I'd much rather walk down Franklin Rd, or hang out in Western Park and enjoy other people's efforts. But then this morning, while I was dropping Quinn off at daycare, I took the two seconds to help Quinn be a bit more festive. Because I'm pretty sure that Quinn is the kind of dog who really would enjoy making the Christmas effort if he didn't live with such a 'cant be bothered' family.
Sometimes, even if you can't be bothered, Christmas wriggles its way into your heart with its cuteness, and you can't help feel a little bit festive.