It seems like I have been running on full-speed since Thanksgiving and at the end of each day have little to show for my efforts. As Christmas Day nears, my first waking moments have been clouded with a hint of panic as I try to remember all that I still haven't accomplished.

Sometimes I have made a list for the day and hit the floor running with a sense of purpose. (I love to make lists.) Sometimes I haven't and those produce a weird state of paralysis while I try to remember what I forgot.

Meal preparation never made any of the lists and the only thing in my refrigerator right now is cheese and Diet Coke.

Like the view in this ornament I allow the holiday madness to distort my view of what the season is about.