I'm home sick today. Physically sick yes. I think it may have started somewhere in the spiritual and emotional dimension and then finally shoved me down on the couch with my Hello Kitty blanket looking more like a sore throat and a raging head ache.
I might be exhausted from the search for my Christmas spirit. I've looked at Target, Wal-Mart, Meijer, the Castleton Square Mall, I even looked online at Amazon.com. I found a glimpse of it on Saturday night with popcorn, Rudolph and the kids new Christmas jammies.
Every time I think I have found it, someone wants me to make a decision about who wants what, where we're going to be on which of the most important days. Of course, then I begin wondering how we're going to pay for this holiday spirit.
The only thing that gives me some solace in the chaos is rememnbering how chaotic that first Christmas really was. At least I didn't have to tell my husband that I was pregnant with an immaculate conception, or that instead of bickering about who's house we'd sleep in on Christmas Eve, we'd be sleeping in the barn with the animals.
Maybe Christmas is really about the chaos and finding the peace in it. If that's the case, I'm having the best holiday ever.