Sincerely

If somebody had asked my opinion about Christmas right after Holy Evening, I surely would had said ”I hate Xmas and the fuss about it that everybody makes under pressure”. This is the more surprising as I’m a mother of a family and I managed to execute all my plans: getting the perfect presents, tiding the house inside out, decorating, cooking and baking – it was just the way I felt that wasn’t so festive. Cleaning and putting objects in order are fruitless effort weeks before Christmas because by the time everything must be in its pride, man should start from the beginning and decoration can go on just after dusting. As a precise wife/mother being exact in her housewifely duty I was very very hard-working at the fastest possible speed in a perfectionist way, very busy with the arrangements (like everybody else in a well-managed household at this time of the year) without stopping (in all seriousness: I forgot to eat -advisable diet to anyone before a great holiday-, I only stopped for feeding, changing the diapers, putting to sleep) and watching Dominik with increased attention in the rooms turned upside down.
After all is said and done, all my plans were executed but did anyone see my shining windows in the solemn half-light? (It’s a poetical question to which I don’t expect answer, on the other hand I’d read your time-honoured methods.) The great question is ”Was it worth for me?” I think it was. My soul was happy, it was only my body that was exhausted. And what is the holidays good for? For relax. Yeah.