My son has just had a serious sit-down-over-cereal talk with me this morning to help me stay stress-free during the holidays this year. Maybe his advice can help you too.
I give you Exhibit A: The first two items on my son's Christmas wish list total more than my bi-monthly paycheck. They also come with "lift with your knees" warnings and helpful info regarding the six-packs of D batteries that we will not be finding inside. These trivialities are not to be worried about however, my son has explained to me. No Siree. I am not to stress about these multi-dollar gifts. Santa can give him these biggies, and the elves will be pre-assembling them up North.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I've also been comforted by my son's knowledge that the elves will surely be getting the house company-ready while we sleep. No clean-up necessary by us local residents. Nope, those energetic North Polers are going to work their Windex magic while we catch our zzzs. So grateful am I to those elves! Helpful they are indeed.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
My son has assured me that no family picture at the beach, the park, or in front of the fireplace is necessary this year either. No one really needs a card from us again -- we sent one last year -- and, if memory serves him correctly, the last few years too. Yes, he distinctly remembers having to dress weird and stand next to his sister for hours. I am relieved, as is he, that we won't have to endure the pain of it all. Plus, and who can really argue his point, everyone already knows what we look like.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I am also encouraged because my son has told me that our old faithful pre-lit Christmas tree is simply not needed this year. First of all, we don't even know where it is in the garage -- it could be anywhere! True statement. Second, if memory serves him correctly, more than half of the lights on it didn't even work last year. (With a memory like this, it is a wonder he can not find his left shoe... but I digress.) Third, and here's where it becomes so clear, grandma has a tree at her house -- we can just put all our presents under hers. Santa can just put stuff on our sofa. Problem solved.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
So, there you have it. This year, when I need it most, it seems I'm going to be able to just sit back with my eggnog and my feet up on the sofa (after I've scooched our presents out of the way) and just enjoy this year's blessed holiday. No stress. No worries. This is all such good news.
Thanks son.
Hope it helps you too.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
I give you Exhibit A: The first two items on my son's Christmas wish list total more than my bi-monthly paycheck. They also come with "lift with your knees" warnings and helpful info regarding the six-packs of D batteries that we will not be finding inside. These trivialities are not to be worried about however, my son has explained to me. No Siree. I am not to stress about these multi-dollar gifts. Santa can give him these biggies, and the elves will be pre-assembling them up North.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I've also been comforted by my son's knowledge that the elves will surely be getting the house company-ready while we sleep. No clean-up necessary by us local residents. Nope, those energetic North Polers are going to work their Windex magic while we catch our zzzs. So grateful am I to those elves! Helpful they are indeed.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
My son has assured me that no family picture at the beach, the park, or in front of the fireplace is necessary this year either. No one really needs a card from us again -- we sent one last year -- and, if memory serves him correctly, the last few years too. Yes, he distinctly remembers having to dress weird and stand next to his sister for hours. I am relieved, as is he, that we won't have to endure the pain of it all. Plus, and who can really argue his point, everyone already knows what we look like.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I am also encouraged because my son has told me that our old faithful pre-lit Christmas tree is simply not needed this year. First of all, we don't even know where it is in the garage -- it could be anywhere! True statement. Second, if memory serves him correctly, more than half of the lights on it didn't even work last year. (With a memory like this, it is a wonder he can not find his left shoe... but I digress.) Third, and here's where it becomes so clear, grandma has a tree at her house -- we can just put all our presents under hers. Santa can just put stuff on our sofa. Problem solved.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
So, there you have it. This year, when I need it most, it seems I'm going to be able to just sit back with my eggnog and my feet up on the sofa (after I've scooched our presents out of the way) and just enjoy this year's blessed holiday. No stress. No worries. This is all such good news.
Thanks son.
Hope it helps you too.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
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