“Tis the season to be [insert chosen word here]”

I’m carrying a little placard right in front of my mind’s eye reminding me that the Christmas carols I’m currently enjoying are not suggesting, “Tis the season to be FRANTIC, fa-la-la-la-la.”

G. K. Chesterton said, “To hurry through one’s leisure is the most unbusiness-like of actions.”

Christmas and the holiday season–and all that comes with the month of December–ought not to be a chore. If it is, and for me it has often been so, the scale has tipped into stressful territory, and I refuse to take that trip.


The funny thing is that I really don’t feel rushed and hurried, I only think by now I SHOULD be moving a whole lot faster.

We haven’t yet bought our tree. I have only made a few moves towards shopping for gifts–and those were on-line–didn’t take much energy.  I was planning (in my head) to create a family photo-card–oops! That didn’t happen. I did a little baking for work, but have several other social engagements and I have said I’d bring cookies. I have bought the ingredients–step one?

Christmas Candy

How many days until Christmas?

Our calendar reflects an upswing of activity. There are dinners with friends, a family birthday, a Saturday matinée performance of the Nutcracker with two little girls, and an assortment of special opportunities that only come once a year.

Succulent Wreath

About a month ago I mentioned I’d gone over into the land of calm and didn’t want to leave. Is just refusing to acknowledge that I have more to do than time a reasonable way to maintain a peaceful pattern? Maybe I don’t need to be reasonable. That’s a thought!

I’m not usually able to avoid reciting mental lists, or feeling the rush of time as I check off commitments and the weighty crush of the calendar, but somehow that’s working for me right now as I conduct my own little experiment.

If I continue to move quietly through my entire Christmas season, I wonder what will happen?


My yoga practice is really important to my overall well-being. Typically my inner motor runs fast. And when I began to realize that I dreaded an entire month, 1/12th of a precious year, I acknowledged only I could slow that down.

Yoga, with particular attention paid to conscious breathing, is a welcome antidote to stress. The words frantic and yoga don’t belong in the same sentence.

I found a wonderful little video offering a very easy mini-yoga lesson. if you’re running too quickly and would like to slow down just a little bit, why don’t you give it a try? I think you’ll immediately feel lighter–after you skip through the incredibly noisy ad!

This is where I would normally encourage a weekend exhale, but I think for this time of year, I’m more inclined to aim for slow, conscious breathing. Enjoy it all. Crank up the Carols and holiday songs and enjoy the season.

And for the many of you experiencing freezing temperatures, I would think slowing down isn’t much of a choice. Stay safe, and throw out the expectations. I hope you’ll share how your holiday activities are impacted by a very inhospitable weather pattern.

You might have some choice words to describe your holiday survival plan.

“Tis the season to be ________________.” What word would you choose?