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Every Christmas

After every Christmas I make myself a promise.

I promise that next year will be different.

Next year I will have a plan.

Next year I won't try to do everything in December.

Next year I will be prepared.

Like I said every year I make this promise. Which means I have not followed through, yet.

As I look forward to next Christmas I realize that, fingers crossed, I will be working full time as a teacher. I will have a daughter turning 16. I will have a son turning 14 and one turning 10. On top of Christmas!

 Next Christmas season is going to be an event!

Additionally, this year we worked hard to get presents mailed on time, sent them priority, and they still weren't delivered until after!!! Christmas.

To say I was frustrated, stressed, and upset would be an understatement!

Which brings me back to the promise I make every year! Next (this) year I will have a plan.

Step one of, "Let's Fa La La without Stress." Make a plan.

Step two, follow the plan.

Today, I sit down and develop my plan.

What do you think is an essential element to a successful, stress free, Birthday/Christmas season?
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Me, Myself and I said…
Planning is the essential element. So, seeing how it's January, you're right on track.
January 16, 2012 at 1:35 PM
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