I am wrestling this season, vacillating between panic and joy, all of which is self-imposed! There are cookies to bake for gifts and things to wrap and cards to write and mail. I am at work for 8 1/2 hours every day, have physical therapy appointments after work several days a week and a multitude of holiday events I want to share with The Bearded One. When, oh when, will these things get done? In reality, they may not and I must let go of the angst over this fact. For if I don't, I will miss the whole point of this season, which is the birth of our Savior and Lord. It's hard to keep this in the forefront of my thoughts, when the list of things undone keeps sneaking in the back door! But I persevere!