I always get all agitated about going to the movies on Christmas Day.

One of my favorite activities during the week of Christmas and New Year’s is going to see lots of Oscar-worthy movies. So far I’ve seen “Michael Clayton” (Friday), “Atonement” (Saturday), and “Sweeney Todd” (Sunday), and yesterday we watched “Ratatouille” on DVD.

The traditional Christmas Day activity for Jews is to go to the movies. Not “traditional” in the sense of “you MUST go see a movie,” but “traditional” in the sense that it just seems like the most enjoyable thing to do today.

The only problem is that Matt and I have very different taste in movies. He doesn’t like seeing serious, award-worthy movies, but I do. He doesn’t feel a need to go to the movies at all, really.

Ordinarily I wouldn’t mind seeing a movie by myself. I saw “Atonement” by myself. But for some reason, seeing a movie on Christmas by myself makes me feel lonely — sitting in a packed theater surrounded by couples or small groups.

I was about to head out to see “Charlie Wilson’s War,” but I’ve decided that I may as well take advantage of the daylight. So I think I’m going to go for a walk in Central Park instead.

Christmastime for the Jews indeed.