This time of the year is always difficult for me. I know it should be the happiest time of all. I get to see my family more than normal, everyone is in a good mood and I get to do things that please them.
I think it's tough because of the stress. I want to do things just right and they don't always work. Some family gets hurt or offended, someone else doesn't like what's going on. And they all bring their problems to me.
I get the urge to move up to the mountains and tell them that if they want to see me, come on, but leave their gripes and complaints at home.
If my comments these next few days seem a little snippy, I apologize in advance. Don't complain about it though, you'll only make it worse.