And why should it be (wild and exciting), right? After hitting 60 and 70, most of us have had enough excitement. And there's nothing wrong about that.
I used to get all jazzed over the next baseball tournament; worked out all week, got in as much practice as possible, called team meetings to go over the opposing teams stats, and strategize and get hyped up. We could spend an hour just talking about the field being too grassy or the dirt being too loose, or even notoriously crooked chalk-lines.
Wait, did I say 'talk'? I meant yell, because that's how we talked. Because we were excited. Well, no duh; it was baseball season.
Those days are gone, and I'm fine with that. Baseball seasons come and go, and I don't even watch the games on TV anymore. I've got no skin in the game now. Same with the holidays.
My youngest grandkids are teenagers now. I spent the night at their house Christmas Eve for a couple of years, when Paxton was a baby. It was a hoot, all of us spending the night in their room, listening for the sleigh bells, them telling grampa to hurry up and go to sleep so morning would come quicker.
That was 3, 4 years ago. This year, me & Michelle went over there for a couple hours late Christmas morning. The kids pretty much stayed in their rooms, trying out their new guitars, programming their new phones and whatnot.
Time didn't just pass for me, it passed for all of us. So, yeah, the holidays are different, but that's normal. They're still nice...just nothin' to yell about.