I don’t know about you but sometimes around the holidays, I dream of simpler days. My stress starts to take over when I know I have forgotten a gift or realize the gift I procrastinated about won’t come until FEBRUARY! This means my kid will cry and blame me AND Santa that Christmas is ruined forever. (I exaggerate a bit, but sometimes it feels that overwhelming.)
The constant pressure was wearing me out and testing my patience. I realized that December was NOT merry and bright or peaceful and calm. Peace had left the building one black Friday ago. I was ready to get our family back to focusing on the real meaning of Christmas. One for my sanity, and two so my kids could practice what it looked like to truly GIVE instead of just RECEIVE.