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It's begining to look a lot like..... Chaos?

So a few things happened today. The first one being, my husband said he wanted to get an elf on the shelf.

I will let that sink in.

If you don't know me, this is a no. no no no no no... no. First: my kids don't believe in Santa, second, I am a Grinch who feels very overwhelmed during the holidays and does not understand the purpose of it all, and third, this thing is creepy.

no.

no elves, please. I put up with trees, lights, reds, greens, big fat men, countdowns, candy, holiday dinners... But please don't add in elves... The daunting task of finding a clever spot for it every night after the kids go to bed and before they wake up? No thank you. I have a hard enough time staying awake until they fall asleep and any morning I wake up before my youngest does is a miracle in and of itself.

Who thought up this thing?

The second thing that happened today was we went out to a store for an artificial tree... The angels were singing that I did not have to deal with hunting for the perfect tree, pine needles, and watering...then .. we stepped into the store. which was.. a panic attack waiting to happen. The holidays bring out the worst in people, I am convinced..

The third thing didn't really happen to me... I just came across this article from the whole 9 about simplifying this Christmas season. I am SO for that. I am NOT a scrooge... I am a Grinch. The Grinch was simply a misled, hurt...man? that didn't see the use in this holiday stuff because all he saw was the presents and shopping and decorations. My stance on the holidays is that is all it has become. There's too much pressure. Too much stress. Too much everything...So today to simplify, I am focusing on this article from the whole9 and putting it on display for the world to see... or all 3 of you ;) Maybe this article will help you, as well.

Step 1: Define your reason for the season
Jesus. Plain. Simple. I want to celebrate him, read his story, and spend time with my kids.
I think my ideal holiday would be to make a donation to kids in need, maybe have a small tree, a few simple decorations for the kids, and hang out all day at home, together, laughing and maybe looking at a couple new books or toys we opened the night before. 

 Step 2: Decide what to keep and what to skip
We're going to give presents. But every year my goal is to keep is more and more simple. This year, I believe we are finally accomplishing that. 5$ gift? sure. and I don't feel bad, I just saw something and thought of you this holiday season.
We're going to an extended family gathering or two, or three.. but, hopefully, not all crammed into one day, and not in a rushed matter... I'm done with rushing. But I love keeping in touch with family.
We are going to emphasize the REASON WE DO THIS. If nothing else happens this season, I would be completely satisfied if we let our children know about Jesus, and showed how to love others through Him.

Step 3: Declare your holiday independence
Hey Everyone, we're going to keep it simple this year. You. are. welcome. ;)


What do the holidays mean for you? Is it chaotic or do you love it all?

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