The ghost of Christmas bleh

I don't know what's wrong with me. For some reason, Christmas just hasn't hit me in the heart yet. It hasn't really been a gradual thing either; for some reason, this is the first year that something awful like this has happened.
What did I do wrong? Even earlier this year I would put on some Christmas music in anticipation of what I thought would be a wonderful time. But now that the holiday is so close on my horizon, Christmas is starting to annoy me. I haven't been a very positive person these days, and I guess that could be what's corrupting my Christmas spirit.
I'm scared to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" - what if I don't even enjoy the movie I've loved so much before? That would be a sign of my total descent into the depths of cynicism. Christmas lights still look pretty to me, they just don't look like Christmas anymore.
If this is all just me maturing, I want it to stop. I want to be a kid again. I want to appreciate magic. I'm so jaded. I keep trying to keep myself from being a Scrooge, but so far it isn't working out very well.

At least there will be turkey

Next week is Thanksgiving, which, all in all, is a beautiful holiday. The day before happens to be the 17th anniversary of my first contact with light. I would like to thank my mother and my father for bringing me into this world, and the rest of you should also thank them, because without them you'd all be without me.
Did you know that Disney World gives you a free ticket on your birthday? Funny enough, my birthday happens to intersect with my family's staying in Orlando. So now me, mom, dad, and brother 1, 3, and 4 are all going to hit up that magical land of wonders. I've never been there, so I'm a bit skeptical about the whole thing.
First off, I'm having trouble getting excited about the rides. According to ye olde Wikipedia, they have this one ride that features every president ever, but in robot form. My initial reaction is that it sounds like a great historical experience, but on second consideration it sounds like the best way to launch robot world domination. The brightest and the most popular men in history, robo-fied? The last thing earth needs is Jefferson, Jackson, JFK, and Obama working together against mankind.
Moving on, what's all this "It's a small world" business? Isn't that that song that the toucan in The Lion King randomly started singing? Now there's a ride based off of that one moment? Sounds like a painfully mundane, forgettable experience. The song's not even catchy!
In conclusion, these two waste-of-space rides probably bring the rest of the experience down. How can you enjoy Space Mountain when you know you are right next to a crazed, murderous Abraham Lincoln cyborg? How can you scream on the Tower of Terror when a bunch of mini people are lying about the size of the world? You can't.
I will hate Disney, sadly. I will try to like it, but I just don't see that happening.