My hard-won advice on how to make this the Best. Christmas. Ever.

“Ugh!” I groaned when I read the advertisement for yet another Christmas holiday how-to book, guaranteed to result in the “BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!!”

Shaking my head and murmuring to myself, I headed downstairs to spread a little Christmas cheer to my unsuspecting husband.

“Can you believe this?” I fumed. “How To Have the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER?!” 

“The pressure the media puts on women: do more, spend moredecorate more, craft more, bake more... Like it’s a competition!  Like any of that has anything to do with Christmas!” (I might have been just a tad over-caffeinated.)

“Um hum,” he mumbled, without looking up from his coffee.

“You know what? I should write a book about how to celebrate a stress-free Christmas. I could do it with my eyes closed!”

“Do it,” he said.

And so I did.

But I should probably back up a minute.

Hi. My name is Susan. I’m a Christmas-aholic. It’s been eight years since my last “stressed out” holiday.

Christmas Past

When it comes to celebrating the holidays, many of us operate out of our past, determined that we’ll never experience another Christmas like the one we had when _________ (fill in the blank with your particular WORST EVER dysfunctional family memory.)

Either that or we cling to memories so magical we feel obliged to reproduce them for others, no matter what the cost in money, time, energy or emotions.

In our efforts to either obliterate the past or preserve it, we miss the “present” of Christmas.

I was blessed with magical Christmas memories. When I married and became the resident orchestrator of Christmas in my own family, I wanted to produce the same kind of atmosphere and memories for our children.

Only better.

Bigger.

MORE.

More is Better (right?)

Mom always made fudge, so I made fudge. She baked dozens of jewel-toned cherry thumbprint cookies, so I baked them too, even though I was the only one who ate them. But I couldn’t seem to stop there. More is better, right?

Do all the Christmas baking you want, but don't get pulled into the More is Better Mindset. Christmas isn't a competition. It's a gift.

My Christmas cookies looked like this before I had kids!

Over the years my baking list expanded and so did my waistline. My to-do list got bigger. I added a second Christmas tree, and crafted wreaths out of pinecones and made gingerbread houses from scratch. No store-bought kits for me!

Those were also the years I discovered my gift for hospitality. I put a ton of pressure on myself to be the perfect hostess, design the perfectly decorated house, and serve the perfect holiday meal, complete with plenty of perfect little appetizers. I was Martha before Martha became a thing.

Years later I worked in catering. There were months of planning and preparation for the holidays, then 8 solid weeks without a day off, cranking out holiday goodies for customers. Trust me, Red Velvet cake loses its appeal after you’ve iced 500 of them. Add to that the over-the-top amount of cookies, cakes and candy I was still determined to make for family and friends.

For those of us born with a ring of flour around our waistline, holiday baking is a drug and I am prone to overdose. 

All the cookies, all the time.

Full Disclosure: I’ve reigned in my holiday kitchen like a queen and I’ve terrorized it like Gordon Ramsey on Hell’s Kitchen; an over-worked, menopausal woman standing in front of a hot oven is a scary combination. Click To Tweet

Then the grandkids came along and the holidays became wonderful-er (is that a word?) but even busier. In my zeal to be THE BEST GRANDMA EVER!!! I came up with a tradition which I was sure would find a place in our family’s Holiday Hall of Fame: a ridiculous vintage Christmas sweater and reindeer ears, which I decided everyone had to wear when they opened their gifts.

The tradition endured all right –every year they remind me what a lame idea that was. Sigh.

I wouldn’t have admitted it then, but I was HOLIDAZED.

Holidazed: a temporary, seasonal state of being, characterized by a tendency to spend too much, do too much, and become, well, a little insane Click To Tweet

Now, you might be shaking your head, and thinking, “There’s no such thing as “too much” when it comes to the holidays.”

Call me Scrooge, but THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!! doesn’t happen because you download the cutest little gift tag templates, craft an ornament out of the wishbone from Sunday’s chicken dinner (true story) or purchase the perfect Christmas organizer. (If you really need a Christmas organizer, you might be doing too much. Jes’ sayin.’)

But I get it. Cause that was me. My Christmas sobriety was hard won and gradual. There were several moments that opened my eyes to my HOLIDAZED propensities.

One year I actually got my Christmas shopping done early. It was mid-August, 98 degrees outside and there I was, sitting at my desk in a tank top and shorts, sweat dripping down my back, writing a Christmas article for a local lifestyle magazine.

The holidays were still four months away, but writing about gift-giving, traditions and party planning put me into panic mode – how on earth was I going to get it all done? YIKES!

Since I was at the computer, I decided to do a little online shopping and before you knew it, bam! I was finished, and oh, was I smug –until the second week in December. While everyone else was out shopping and caught up in the excitement, I was as restless as a reindeer and grumpier than the Grinch.

When more morphs into more than necessary

Then there was the look in my Dad’s eyes that Christmas morning, a year or so after Mom passed away. Money was tight, for us and for our two daughters, both single moms. And yet despite the lack, somehow we had all managed to make it THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!! for those kids.

There were so many presents that we literally had to call a time-out from the gift opening to clear away the mountain of scattered bows and wrapping paper.

When there's so many Christmas presents you have to call a timeout, you know its too much

I glanced over at Dad and saw something in his wise old eyes, a wistfulness and a sadness and I was pretty sure I knew what he was thinking: “Why? Why so much?”

I felt it, too. Too much. The kids didn’t even seem to be enjoying themselves. It was a madhouse of ripping open one gift and reaching for the next, hoping for bigger, better, more. Mainly, more. It seemed like the more they got, the more frantic they became.

But it took a full-blown, holiday-induced panic attack in the middle of CVS to shake me out of denial of my truly HOLIDAZED state.

Worst Christmas Ever

It was Halloween and I’d walked to the drugstore to buy cough medicine. As I stepped through the door, a jingle of bells and a sea of red assaulted my senses: Xmas displays lined the aisles, threatening to crowd out the pumpkins, ghouls and goblins. Whaat?! Xmas! How on earth was I going to afford Xmas?!

My husband had lost his business that year, we’d lost a car, and had just found out we were going to lose our house. But when I realized there was no money to buy gifts for my grandchildren – that’s when I nearly lost it!

The enemy came in like a flood: guilt, shame, dread, and embarrassment… WORST GRANDMA EVER! I literally tossed the cough syrup into the candy cane display and ran out of the store.

I stumbled home, crying and praying my heart out cause I knew if I gave in to those voices I was done for. And guess what happened?

The Lord gave me an early Christmas present in the form of a song:

“I am a child of the most high God. I am not forsaken, I am not forgotten, I am forgiven and free.”

From Halloween to Happy Thanksgiving and on through the Christmas holidays, every time I felt those stabs of anxiety and condemnation, I sang my simple chorus. That melody and those simple words were God’s gift to me.

That year when there was no money for gifts, no room in the budget for holiday baking, no heart to entertain, and only a scrawny Charlie Brown tree –

THE WORST CHRISTMAS EVER!!!

became

THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!!

You know why?

Because my focus changed

Sentimentally you can sing, “Have yourself a merry little Christmas,” but when you’re actually forced to have a little Christmas, Jesus asks: “Can you still be merry? Or will you be singing the blues?”

In a culture where abundance means having to take a lunch break from opening gifts, a ‘little’ Christmas ended up being just what the doctor ordered.

I could have a mindset of lack, which I’d end up passing on to my family, or I could develop a thankful heart and a mindset of abundance, because the One I was celebrating was not just enough, but more than enough.

“Yes, Virginia, there is a God and it’s not Santa Claus.” Click To Tweet

The greatest gift of all

His gifts are better. God’s greatest gift was, is and forever will be His son, Jesus –THE BEST GIFT EVER!!!

Jesus gave His life that we might receive life everlasting. He’s the most significant gift I’ve ever received and I wanted to give a little something back.

After years of holiday headaches, I discovered how to “SURTHRIVE” through the holiday season and I want to share these tips with you! And so I wrote my own holiday how-to book, called Holidazed, complete with tons of tips to help you learn “How to Slow Down, Spend Less and Restore Sanity to the Holidays.”

But it came with a disclaimer:

While the above advice may lower your holiday stress levels, it is not guaranteed to bring you joy.

Sorry, friends, but joy isn’t found in traditions, the perfect gift, or even in hospitality. Happiness maybe, but not joy.

How about this year, every time you’re tempted to do more, spend more, bake more, shop more, stop and ask God: “Will this bless You? Will it help me be more available to show the love of Christ to others or will adding it to my plate turn me into Scrooge?”

God doesn’t want you to be something you’re not, give a gift you can’t afford or to dread the holidays because you don’t think you have what it takes “to do Christmas.” What he really wants is a relationship with you.

Make a little time every day this season to take your eyes off the Christmas to-do lists and instead, “Fix your eyes upon Jesus.” When you sing “O come, all ye faithful,” DO IT! Come to Jesus! And then teach your children to come to Jesus, too. You just might have THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!! 

 

You get to choose how to experience the holidays: 
frazzled and frenzied or fresh and focused.
You just need some inspiration.

 

If Christmas makes you a little manic, you might be HOLIDAZED

HOLIDAZED is a book for anyone who is stressed out or overwhelmed by the crush of their Christmas to-do list. It’s a humorous, yet practical guide to help navigate the holiday season and all it entails: gift giving, traditions, entertaining, expenses, cooking/baking, hosting overnight guests and much more. Holidazed offers a way back to what Christmas is really about. Stuffed full of tips, recipes, ideas and inspiration, I wrote Holidazed to help you have a very PRESENT Christmas.

Wouldn’t you like to be more present with your family, friends and your Heavenly Father this holiday season? This book will help. Trust me. My Kindle book is a quick read and will save you money, stress and quite honestly, your sanity. For $2.99? It’s a no brainer. 

To enjoy some seasonal sanity, click here: Holidazedbook.com

 

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7 thoughts on “My hard-won advice on how to make this the Best. Christmas. Ever.

  • November 1, 2018 at 1:37 am
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    Great post! I just downloaded your book! Looking forward to reading Holidazed!

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    • November 1, 2018 at 1:44 am
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      Yay! You’re the BEST!

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  • November 1, 2018 at 11:01 pm
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    Awesome article and great reminder about what is really important!

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    • November 2, 2018 at 12:00 am
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      Thanks, Betty! You’re entered!

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    • November 2, 2018 at 12:19 pm
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      Thanks you Betty!

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  • November 2, 2018 at 11:25 am
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    A RIGHT now word. I truly needed this. 💕

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    • November 2, 2018 at 12:20 pm
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      I’m so glad! Me, too! Jesus, show us how to celebrate you!

      Reply

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