I usually love this time of year but have struggled the last few weeks to embrace the spirit. I don't why. It's been an interesting year.
I ought to be happy. I stick a dollar in the pot of every bell ringer I encounter. I buy presents for kids who might not otherwise get any. I buy my mom her annual present, a subscription to the Charlotte Observer. My older kid is flying down for the Vikings' game. And still I don't feel right.
And then I went to two Christmas parties -- Ric Flair's and John Boy and Billy's.
I'm telling you, if spending time with Ric one night and John Boy and Billy and the gang on another does not get you in a festive holiday mood, nothing will.
I understand now, for the first time, what the holidays are all about.
And after 10 or 15 cups of coffee, I will act on it.