We were driving this evening when Lydia spied some Christmas lights out the window.

“Wow! Look Dad! Christmas lights! Hey, does that mean that it’s going to be Christmas soon?”

“It sure does, Lydia,” I smiled. “Just one more month.”

“Just one year?” she exclaimed, eyes wide.

“What? No, just a month.”

“But is it only one more year away?”

I took a deep breath, “Okay, yes, Lydia. Just one more year and one month until Christmas.”

“Oh no!” she wailed and began flailing madly in the backseat. “That’s too soon! We have so much that we still have to do!” She grabbed the sides of her car seat and clenched her teeth as if she were on a roller coaster that was flying out of control into space, and then screamed. I reached for the stereo and slowly turned the dial to drown out her drama with Christmas carols. I think I’ll buy her a calendar for Christmas, I thought to myself, or maybe a straight jacket.

Anyway, if any of you are feeling the stress of Christmas, please avoid our house; because we are already stressed about the next several Christmases apparently.