"Tis the season for lights to quit working as soon as you string them up.
'Tis the season for the star on top of your tree to stop working.
'Tis the season for your fifteen-year-old to climb on the window sill in order to smack the star so it works.
'Tis the season to have two different Christmas parties at your house in the same week.
'Tis the season to lug around Christmas cards in the sadly mistaken belief that you will finish getting them addressed and mailed before the 24th.
'Tis the season to get sick and lose your voice before the Christmas cantata.
'Tis the season for you to alternate using the heat and the air conditioning. On the same day. (In Florida, anyway.)
'Tis the season for a live frog to show up in the toilet of the nursery bathroom Sunday morning.
'Tis the season for a three year old not to see the frog before using the facilities.
'Tis the season for me to realize I've bought six presents for one child and only two for another.
'Tis the season to be so busy you send your twenty-year-old son to shop for groceries for Christmas dinner.
'Tis the season to wonder if you're going to be serving Kraft macaroni and cheese for Christmas dinner after said son finishes grocery shopping.
'Tis the season to enjoy an unexpected half hour, watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas (cartoon version) with your ten-year-old.
'Tis the season to realize you're probably better off if you don't get a chance to make all those Christmas cookies you've been thinking about.
'Tis the season to enjoy being with people you love, even if the holiday is not everything you'd hoped for.
'Tis the season to realize that not every Christmas has to be Currier and Ives perfect.
'Tis the season to realize that your family will enjoy a tired but happy mom and less holiday fuss more than a perfect Christmas with a cranky mom who never stops to smell the poinsettias.
'Tis the season to realize holiday imperfections make great memories.
Merry Christmas to all my blogging friends. Now if you'll excuse me for the rest of the week, I've got an imperfect holiday to enjoy.
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This was good...I'm hosting Christmas this year and will have a houseful. My mom has always had Christmas and in the past few years it has just made her so cranky that it was time for a change. I'm doing my best to 'stop and smell the poinsettas'...I keep reminding all my siblings and my mom that the important thing is not whether I make the sausage and egg casserole exactly like mom's on Christmas morning but that we're all together. Everyone has to adjust a bit...just praying they do : )
ReplyDeleteSounds like some of the things that happen to us! Lol!
ReplyDeleteHope y'all have a Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas from the Fulmer family to the Boyd family. I hope God blesses you richly. Please tell the children and Terry that we said "hi" and hope you have a wonderful New Year. Look me up when you get on facebook and we can catch up.
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Diana
Very cute and oh so true. I try not to get all stressed, but it'll creep up on me anyway most of the time.
ReplyDeleteA frog in the toilet...how funny is that!
Our Christmas was fairly quiet celebrating with each side of the family on different days.
Hope you had a very Merry Christmas and do have a Happy New Year!!
God bless you & yours,
Nannette