It ™s beginning to look a lot like Stressmas

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…

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