It ™s beginning to look a lot like Stressmas

Sep 28, 2007 at 9:29 p.m. ET

It's beginning to look a lot like Stressmas
Everywhere you tread
Take a look at the mall and shops stuffed to the high rooftops
With things that no one needs and still you get
It's beginning to look a lot like Stressmas
Everywhere you look
But the scariest sight to see is the balance that will be
In your own check book.
You max your credit card out 'cause you want the discount
And you hope that the gifts will please
Advent you rush and your savings is slush
But you want the best for fam'ly
And then you learn that family is fighting once again!

It's beginning to look a lot like Stressmas
Everywhere it's sad.
There's a tree in the garbage can, forget the Eve as planned
Your mother isn't speaking to your dad.
It's beginning to look a lot like Stressmas
Just don't forget the "why 
For the thing that will make you smile is the true love of a child
Born upon this night...

Then it's Christmas in your heart!

Dear readers,

This year take the time to immerse your senses in the holiday season.

Enjoy the crunching sounds from behind the Christmas tree as your toddler feverishly scarfs down candy canes still in the wrapper.

Look for the trail of cookie crumbs that your husband leaves when he samples all the baked goodies.

Embrace the heat of a crackling fire, breathe in the pine and wipe the tears from your eyes...because someone forgot to open the chimney flue.

Laugh at all the hilarious faces your son made for the serious family portrait you wanted for the Christmas cards. Someday you'll get to show his girlfriend what a booger he was.

Really, all these goofy things that happen that weren't planned and prepared for are the very things that add character, and later nostalgia, to your holidays.

How boring it would be if the cat didn't tear up and down the Christmas tree and emerge with tinsel on his whiskers.

How bland the cookies would have been if the little one hadn't added salt, maple syrup and red hots to the mixture.

Big and small these are not disasters, these are the real gifts of the season. How will you receive them? With laughter or despair?

And so it has been said, many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, the smoke detectors are ringing because I forgot to check the yams in the oven and the dog is running through the house with garland tried to his tail and two cats are chasing him...and somewhere I hear children laughing hysterically...