This year Christmas Eve started out badly for me. I worked the night before and hoped to squeeze in about 5-6 hours sleep max before the kids came over from their father’s. So imagine my surprise when one of them showed up about an hour before I planned to get up to practice singing a duet with a friend. She didn’t intend to disturb me, but first the friend rang the doorbell, and then she didn’t realize that I can hear just about everything in my room, no matter where in the house the kids are. I stewed for a while, trying to sleep anyway without success. Feeling sorry for myself, I thought my Christmas was ruined because I could see myself being a grouchy zombie the whole evening. When I finally gave up and got out of bed, my daughter felt terrible. I was too exhausted to yell. I was also shocked that it was the oldest and not one of the others that had disturbed me.
Then something magical happened. I decided that no matter what, I was going to have a good Christmas. And really, that is the key: you are the only one who can ruin your holiday. There were some bumpy moments-the usual bickering between the girls, somebody feeling like her gifts aren’t as cool as someone else’s, temper tantrums that should have been outgrown years ago, hurrying to get out the door for church, etc. Somehow with each potential moment to lose my cool, I managed not to do it. I told the kids that I was turning lemons to lemonade, and inserted some humor into the tense moments by improvising lyrics sung to familiar tunes about making that sour yellow fruit become a delicious drink . (And yes, the girls found the opera aria and the Blues Clues tune, as well as a few other ditties, a little over the top!) But, we had one of the most peaceful, happy Christmases I can remember.May your New Year bring you much joy and peace, but when it doesn’t remember you can choose how to respond to the lemons. Happy New Year!