Help me, Baby Jesus—you’re my only hope!
A few recent conversations have gotten me to thinking about the large Load of Expectations people carry around with them this season. It’s a bit crazy making, really.
There's the idea that I will purchase The Perfect Gift for a someone in my life, and she will love it so much.
That our gathering (family or friends, co-workers, girlfriends, whomever) will be perfect, the stuff of catalog stock photos. Everyone will say it was the best holiday party ever.
