Buying presents, wrapping, hiding, shipping, baking, decorating, running errands, re-decorating daily after the cat finds the tree nightly, and the daily:
"Stop touching that! No! You cannot open presents early! I will not tell you where the presents are hidden! No shaking gifts!!"
All of that followed by the cleaning up, un-decorating, cooking, wondering why you bought something that makes noise, returns, exchanges, hopping on one foot because you've stepped on a Lego again, and praying school starts earlier than New Year's Day.
But for one brief moment, one second in time it's there. If you look for it, you'll find it.
Present lists have been filled. Everything is decorated. Packages have been mailed. The house may even be clean. The cookie jar is full of homemade Christmas sugar cookies. Holiday break hasn't started yet so the house is empty except for the pets that are all currently napping. The freezer is packed with pre-made meals for convenience.
(Maybe that's just my house)
But it's 2:45 in the afternoon. All is done. A mug of hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon schnapps. The bus won't unload the raucous crowd for another fifteen minutes.
There it is.
Silence. No stress.
For fifteen minutes.
Then you hear the screech of the bus brakes and it returns in full force, but for just a moment, the stress was gone.
I can't wait until I actually experience that. It's like seeing Santa Claus or Bigfoot. You've heard of it, people believe it, but you've never actually witnessed it....