Holiday Spirit

Last night, after I spat yet another creative slur about the driving skills of the person in the car in front of me, a demure little voice from the back seat said, "That's not the holiday spirit."

I thought I was hearing things until I remembered that both my son and daughter were in the car, and judging by my son's intonation, he was doing his very best Tiny Tim impression and I, apparently, was Scrooge. I attempted a quick and "spirited" recovery, mumbling something about the "silly" driver who probably ate "so many candy canes" that his "happy feet" stuck to the brakes and gas pedal. Then I think I broke into a dramatic rendition of I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas in falsetto and my kids rolled their eyes.

Ah...the holidays.

There's just so much stress and chaos - most of which is self-induced, completely unnecessary, and certainly, not conducive to "the holiday spirit" at all.

But then a friend forwards you an email - the kind you're likely to delete before opening - except this time you don't. You watch the video, and suddenly the black cloud of gifts and menus and cleaning and cards swirling in your head evaporates.



I feel it. (Finally!)

Have a great holiday, everyone. Peace and love and good health to you all.