I use to wake up in a bad mood. It was the way I was. It was the way my Mom was, and the way my Dad was. When my children had to start going to school, mornings were awful. I would yell and spend the entire morning in a bad mood. I was just one of those types of people. No way I should ever take a nap, because I was a rabid bear when I woke up. Fast forward 30 something years and I'm remarried. I am still not a nice person when I wake up. One day my husband tells me a story about his Dad. He told me that every morning his Dad woke up in a bad mood. Then one morning his Dad sat down at the breakfast table and told the family that he realized waking up in a bad mood was a bad habit he was going to break the habit starting today. Hubby told me his Dad never woke up in a bad mood after that. Of course I let hubby know in no uncertain terms that I WAS DIFFERENT. For me it was not a bad habit, it was the way I was made. Hubby just smiled and nodded. Well I thought on that story for a couple of months and decided hubbies father was right. It was a bad habit. I've never woke up in a bad mood since that day. Why am I thinking of this story right now? Because I can't stand Christmas. Starting Christmas Eve, I get in a bad mood and it lasts until day after Christmas. It's just the way it is and I am justified. It's an awful greedy consumer driven holiday. The "spirit" of Christmas is barely recognizable. Right? Hrumph... maybe I have developed a bad habit about Christmas. And in the same way that I created morning chaos because I woke up in a bad mood, maybe I am the one responsible for the spirit of Christmas being faint in our house. I have something to think about during this next year.