I am feeling really stressed this holiday season. We have had major groups of people through the house after the "soot" event. (I hate people in my space) and there have been school issues, and my hormones are out of whack, and today the insurance company called and said I had to have my color choices right now. And the painters want to come MONDAY and we STILL have stink bug problems and DH hasn't gotten a call back to work and and and But, one year things were reeeeaaaaally bad. We had no money at all and no real place to live and we were all jammed up in some one else's apartment. I couldn't manage a real tree so I begged a big piece of drawing paper from the girl's school and drew a full size tree. The kids and I spent several days coloring it in. And then we made a couple of dozen paper and macaroni and glitter "ornaments". It was the best we could do. I was heartbroken, but also proud of myself. The girsl loved their Christmas. They loved their tree. Every year since, no matter what, they insist that that tree get hung up. Last year we couldn't find it. I was feeling very sad about how things were right now when DH came up out of the basement and showed me - he found the tree. The ratty, yellowing, paper tree from that very rough year. Suddenly, it was all better. So many people have it so much worse than we do. I am done feeling sorry for myself and letting this stupid stuff stress me out. I hope you find your little bit of hope and happiness this season - in whatever form it comes.