Every year I have one huge pre-holiday meltdown, when there's too much to do and everything seems to be going wrong. This tradition was inherited from my mother. I remember one Christmas Eve in particular, when I was four years old. Our plumbing was having issues; my brother spilled an entire half gallon of milk; I stepped in a pumpkin pie which was cooling on our attic floor....
My own pre-holiday issues have never been that dramatic; but last night I found myself covered in gold glitter, struggling with wired ribbon which refused to make a nice bow, and that was my final straw. I was ready to start screaming and throwing things, when I suddenly looked up and noticed a pair of eyes staring at me.
Most days Tucker is no angel; but last night he made me laugh, and that was all I needed.
I have tried to simplify my holiday season so that it can be enjoyed without guilt or stress; but I've also resigned myself to the fact that I will always, always, always have at least one intensely frustrating moment that makes me explode. The good thing is, it won't last long before the magic of the holidays pushes everything else aside.
I hope all of you will find peace and be present to this holiday magic, too, however you choose to celebrate the season. My family is scattered across the country, but my husband and I will spend the day with cherished friends here in Maine, creating new holiday memories.
And so, Happy Christmas to all, and Peace on Earth in 2020.