It's December 15th.

In ten days it will be Christmas.

The countdown will soon be in the single digits and I have yet to wrap a single present. Not that it matters seeing as how there's no tree set up to put them under.

No stockings are hung.

No Christmas cookies baked.

I guess you could say I'm just not feeling it this year. I'm struggling to wrap my head around the details of a season that, until now, I've never given a second thought.

Why do we teach children to not talk to strangers, then encourage them to sit on a strange man's lap and tell him all the toys they want?

Why do parents use the idea of little people peering in windows and reporting their findings to the North Pole to discipline their children?

Why do we ignore those in need eleven months out of the year then try to make up for it while reminding ourselves how much more fortunate we are?

Why do we put trees in our houses and socks on our mantles with no intent other than to receive gifts?

Why is it that the focus appears to be on giving, but the majority of us would be disappointed to not receive anything on our list?

Most importantly, why do we attempt to justify all the commercialization and greed with an event that did not even take place December 25th?