Okay, I'm better now. This year I am trying not to worry about things that don't matter, such as buying the perfect gift for someone who returns most of her gifts anyway or baking cookies that my husband and I don't need to eat. I have a beautiful LIVE tree. I have a beautiful wreath for my front door. The family togetherness has been planned and I am happy with the arrangement. Christmas isn't about gifts, anyway, except for God's perfect gift, His Son, Jesus. And I have a little boy who, when we told him the other night that we were going to drive around and see Christmas lights, lit up like our tree and said, "Oh, cool!"