We haven’t quite reached melt-your-earrings stress level yet. That’s reserved for the day before the day before Christmas when you realize that the hideous sweater you’d planned to regift your sister was actually from your mother-in-law and now she, along with the three additional dinner guests she just invited to your house for Christmas dinner, will actually be in attendance to witness firsthand your callous ungratefulness and ineptitude at hiding it.
So off to the mall you go. That horrible, under-parking-spaced, overly Christmas-caroled, garishly decorated, faux-glee-fabricated, nightmarish money-sucking factory bursting at the seams with listless people like you pathetically list-lessly (as in no list) wandering around, searching for … for … for anything that doesn’t scream YOU WERE AN AFTERTHOUGHT!!!!
Even my house is feeling the strain. With three weeks to go until officially hitting Stress-Com 4, the weightiness of performance pressure is causing my fake hanging poinsettias to jump ship and sprawl hither and yon, covering the front flower bed with weird measles-like decor.
The fireplace garland refuses to stay on the mantle. It prefers to droop beneath the majestic angel above, making it appear that she has lost her festive bloomers.
The animated plush soul man dressed like the Blues Brothers will NOT stop singing, “I’m a snowwwwww man!” no matter how many times you pound the OFF button.
So how do you do it, my BBFF (Blessed Blog Friend Forever)? How do you dial down, scale back, and focus on the true gift and not all the wrappings?
I’ll share a few ideas in my next post, but in the meantime, I’d love to hear your coping techniques and sanity-preservers for the Stress-mas season.
P.S. Special hug to my writer bud Rick for permission to borrow his awesome term, Stress-mas.
P.S.S. Look for my new Christmas Blessings Giveaway coming up next week!