If I'm honest, Christmas is overwhelming. But here's my truth. The chaos of Christmas? It drains me sometimes. The wrapping, the noise, the early mornings, the endless to-dos. But then I remember... none of this lasts. Kids grow. Traditions shift. And the magic eventually changes shape. One day there won't be toys all over the floor or little hands tugging me awake before the sun. One day my house will be too quiet. So I'm choosing to let the chaos in. To feel it instead of fight it. To appreciate what won't always be here. Because right now. I'm lucky enough for it all to still be mine.