Taking the Lord's name in vain... yeah, I've done that

Christmas stress has finally gotten to me. Until today, I have planned, baked, wrapped and bought my heart out. Until today, I looked at gifts in the traditional way; you buy them in a store and, if you are lucky, you get them wrapped there too. But today is different. Today, we MADE our gifts; pinecones rolled in paint and sprinkled in glitter... then wrapped with a bow. At first, it seemed like such a sweet idea. We collected the pinecones, we dried them in the sun, we planned our paint color and our glitter color... But you see, it takes a very special person to be patient, and to let a kid put glitter all over their kitchen table. And, while I know that the process is the journey (not the final product), I still cringed at the globs of glitter glue that stuck to each cone. I complained that the bows weren't just right and I griped at J's color choices - mainly mixing every color of paint into one brown mess. At my breaking point, a tub of purple glitter paint had hit the tiled floor, and I all but screamed  'Jesus, why are we even doing this?!?!' To which J promptly and matter-of-factly replied, "because we need to make gifts for people." You see, he was not the least concerned about the mess, the spills or the clean-up ahead.  He merely wanted to make things that he thought people would enjoy. So, shame on me...I should take a page from his book and learn the true Christmas spirit. I should relax, enjoy the season  and do what feels right, Goddammit...And, maybe have a glass of chardonnay while I scrub the paint off the kitchen floor.......