Ahh the Christmas Spirit

So here we are comrades in arms, the holidays, not only with all the happiness that the joy of the season brings, but the madness, the sheer unadulterated craziness, oh and not to mention the fact that if you have a child with special needs it adds just a bit of bitter sweetness as well. They don't get it, or perhaps they only get that one thing. The thing that they cling to, say over and over and over again. Or what if they get fixated on the wrong thing, like say, that you open gifts on Christmas eve, when you tell them over and over again that no, the present opening happens on Christmas day. And then you wake up in a cold sweat on December 22nd when you realize that come the 24th, the biggest fit you have ever seen is going to ensue when you tell the child that no they have to wait one more day. Or how about the family members who just don't get it. Who tell you that he will grow out of it, that it will get better when they are older and don't believe in Santa anymore. Bullshit....and now, bah humbug as this might sound. I can't wait til December 26th. When everything is open, and the stress of it has subsided, and the gifts are given. And I can stop worrying, for 5 minutes....til the next holiday....