The Christmas season is frantic and no fun. Time shrinks, lists expand, demands bully.
Everyone wants a piece of us, everything must be done. A hard deadline looms.
The babe crying in the manger is drowned out by colliding shopping carts, canned Christmas music and clinking party glasses.
Like children, we stomp our feet, scream and sob when so-and-so doesn’t give us what we want or such-and-such doesn’t happen.
We need a time-out:
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