I love Christmas. I come from a long line of Christmas lovers. I believe it started with my Grandmother. She was married in December and had a "Christmas" wedding. She would always make Jesus a birthday cake and the grand-kids would gather around and sing Him "Happy Birthday". My mother starts listening to Christmas music in October and designs and decorates our church every year, always before Thanksgiving. She is so talented and I love to see all of her amazing ideas come together. They have definitely passed this love on to me, in fact, most of the women in my family are crazy about Christmas. We start pinning ideas in July, buy every Christmas magazine we can get our hands on and it progressively gets worse until we are neck deep in Christmas by October.
I say all of this with affection, except for one thing, stress. I am usually a hot mess by December 26th. Saying that I will NEVER attempt to do that much for Christmas again. Until next year comes. Then the sick cycle starts all over again. I suffer, my husband suffers, my family suffers. Does this sound familiar to any one? Lord, I hope so. I would be so disappointed if I was the only one that brings this on myself.
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