I have all kinds of clever, raw, uncensored posts battling it out in my brain. I have a filter that I run them all through that goes like this:
"What will he/she think of me/him after he/she reads it?"
"Do I really want to put it all out there in cyberspace for the masses?"
"Maybe someone else could be helped by my honest expression."
"Do I want so-and-so to know this about me?"
"Will I regret it later on?"
The thing is, it's Christmas. And I'll be darned if some Scrooge is going to put a damper on my favorite time of the year. Christmas is no time for major emotional decisions. Christmas is no time for catastrophe. Christmas is no time for closed hearts and hardened feelings.
Christmas is a time for miracles. (I'm always open to a Christmas miracle.)
Christmas is a time for peace on earth, darn it, so stay out of my way and let me do Christmas. There's always 2009 to deal with other issues, if need be.
Anyway, that's my decision for now. I am my mother's daughter, and no one is going to mess up my Christmas. Rather than dwell on the drama, I choose to decorate. And sing. And bake. And be happy.
Oh, what a difference Christmas makes.