The older I get, the faster Christmas comes. If I'm not careful, it can turn into an annual race to see if I can get my gift and grocery shopping done before the December 24th deadline.
I have learned to let go, though. To lower my own expectations and encourage my children to lower theirs. After all, creating the perfect Christmas is tricky.
I relish, for instance, the ritual of mailing almost a hundred Christmas cards every year. This year I mailed seven, photo not included.
It's always been a bit embarrassing for us southerners to put life on hold for a few flurries on the ground, but it's reasonable since we: mostly get ice, are inexperienced bad-weather drivers, and don't own proper winter equipment.
Last winter I spent several weeks in Rochester, Minnesota, and learned first-hand how life doesn't have to come to a screeching halt even when there's 8 inches of snow on the ground. Kids were still bundled up standing on the corner waiting for the bus, and everyone still went to work.