Holidays are a mixed bag for most people. They bring happy and sad memories, especially of departed loved ones. They're full of fun and stress. They're exhausting and exhilerating. You get used to it.
But what if the usual joy of the holidays is tainted with fear? Fear that you'll do something your partner doesn't like. Fear that he'll blame you for the kids' misbehavior in church. Resentment that your inlaws or family seem unaware of the scary, painful life you live.
And what if you're only ten and your father throws the Christmas tree into the street because dinner wasn't ready on time or some other horrible crime (in his opinion)?
This year, I'm sucking up holiday stress because mine is a nit compared to someone who must be perfect--or else.