Christmas can be a stressful time. High expectations, perhaps. Expecting peace and love and charity and good cheer, that your Christmas will look like the one in the magazine. Instead, you find yourself rushing about to parties that you’re not sure you really want to be at. Relationships strain as dormant feelings of resentment or hurt are brought to the surface. You eat too much, drink too much, all the while wishing you could lie in bed and read a book. But instead, you have to ‘do Christmas’.
To all of you, dear readers, I offer a small prayer for the coming weeks:
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.