Some people live too far away from their families to spend the holidays with them.
Others aren't so lucky.
The holidays are stressful enough without extra people around. Of course, like that very first Christmas, most of the work falls on the woman.
It's our own fault; women get caught up in a holiday vision that's sappier than a Christmas Tree. We not only buy the gifts, we buy the idea of perfection. Even though it's just a dream, we drive ourselves crazy trying to make it come true. We shop. We cook. We do more Wrapping than Ice Cube.
When it comes to all these details, nobody else seems to care. In fact, the only guy I know that worries about Christmas is Santa (I've heard he carries that extra weight because he's a Stress-Eater).
When I woke up on Christmas Day, I admired my perfect house. It was sitting on the coffee table. And it was made of Gingerbread.
Meanwhile, our hair-do's looked like hair-don'ts, our menu for the day consisted of Chips and Dip and the floor was littered with dead pine needles.
Nobody seemed to care.
I love reading your stories. You have the gift of lifting peoples spirits and making us smile. Keep letting God's little light shine through you. Kay, you're AWESOME!!!
Posted by: Debbie Stubbeman | December 30, 2007 at 04:57 PM