My dad used to joke that holidays are that time of the year when you find yourself thrown together with people you don't really know that well or have much in common with any more. You spend too much time jammed into too little of a space, and wind up making each other miserable all in the name of "togetherness!"
Dad wasn't a humbug and he was kidding... well sort of kidding. He just saw what could happen when, as he put it, we start "over-expecting" and romanticizing at Thanksgiving and Christmas. And let's be honest, if your family is at all like mine, at big family gatherings, there always tends to be one (or more) family member or family friend you would rather not see. A sister shows up who just happens to mention to another sister that it looks as if she's gaining weight, or a mother-in-law says something just slightly sarcastic about her son-in-law's choice of careers. The uncle who drinks more than he eats, inevitably starts flapping his big fat mouth, telling embarrassing stories about his brother's first marriage. And at some point, an overly-sensitive niece will break into tears because someone will ask her point-blank if she is EVER going to "catch" a husband. During the holidays, a lot more can get carved up than turkey!
I know that it's usually the women who have to deal with holiday stress. In most homes, while the men are sitting in the den watching football, their better halves are working their fingers to the bone preparing the holiday meal, carefully setting the table, deciding where everyone should sit -- only to see it all ruined when, as soon as everyone sits down, Grandpa starts extolling the virtues of the Republican Party, which leads the nephew in college to call all Republicans lunatics, which then sets off 30 more minutes of shouting and finger-pointing across the table.
So, if this isn't you and your clan then great! You can stop reading now and go enjoy. But if you are ensconced in a slightly or even seriously dysfunctional group called "family" then read on for what to do to avoid the seasonal mayhem and have happier holidays:
You know, I'm always moved by those old stories I read of soldiers from both sides of the battlefield who, on Christmas Eve, put down their guns, paused for a moment, and either sang a carol, lit a candle or read some Scripture. Yes, of course, the battle resumed the next day. There was not permanent peace on earth. But the significance of that one little moment was not lost. It gave the soldiers a chance to believe in a better, different world. And in the end, isn't that what the holidays are all about?
May you find peace this holiday season.