Let it Snow!

The house is snugged up tight,
The hot chocolate is mixed up just right,
There is no place we need to go,
So let it snow!

The bunnies are in the basement warm,
A dog in a sweater has become the norm,
And everyone's bundled up just so,
So let it snow!

Snow cream is on the menu soon,
Knitting, crocheting, and holiday tunes,
Sledding and shoveling and snowmen, whoa!
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!

Holiday Bustle

You know, for someone like me, the holidays are probably the most difficult time of all. I'm constantly surrounded and bombarded by people who enjoy it for reasons completely different than my own. Every year the stress of the holiday increases for me. I would honestly love nothing more than to simply ignore this holiday and treat it as nothing more than any other day. I don't believe in the religious aspects anyhow, so all the "reason for the season" crap that you hear spewed all over the place doesn't really apply to me. Yes I enjoy the holiday, usually. But it's not for the same reasons that religious folk do. I like all the pagan traditions: the tree, the jolly figure of Santa, the stockings and the gifts (though I prefer giving to receiving). I enjoy the music and the light displays and the foods. What I just can't take anymore is the stress. Stress from trying to have something to give my children, but also to give our extended family (because David would never hear of "let's just give to the kids this year"). Then there's the cleaning, the cooking, the decorating, the keeping the small children away from all the highly fragile heirloom decorations. Not to mention the constant bickering among the children. Arguing about how big a tree we should get. Whining about when am I going to bring up the decorations. Honestly, this season brings out the worst in so many!

Then there's the day itself. Last year was horrible for me. Even though I was not employed, I went to a lot of trouble getting things for the children. Yet it was not enough. So I couldn't even enjoy the day. I'm telling you, the sooner I can stop celebrating, the better.