Let's face it, we all have the best intentions when it comes to the holidays - a beautifully decorated home, all the baking done, presents wrapped (before Christmas morning!), all along singing "chestnuts roasting on an open fire..."
Um, by the way, do you know that chestnuts actually explode if you put them on a fire without scoring them...? But, I digress, and that's a story for another time.
A few years back we had the grand idea of cutting down our own Christmas tree. Here in Colorado there are several places run by the US Forest Service, where one can make an adventure of this annual event.
So, we loaded up the car with our two girls (we've had one more since then) and Grandpa (72 years young) and thought we'd make a day of it.
An hour car ride later, and another hour or so of trudging up and down hillsides, and then finding out that the farther you go into the woods the father you have to drag the tree back... Long story short, it wasn't the Norman Rockwell day, but it was our own. We can now look back and laugh at dragging our Grandpa all over kingdom come to look for our Charlie Brown tree.
What I'm trying to say is, even if things don't come off quite as planned don't forget to enjoy all the little mishaps of the holidays. They make up some of our fondest memories, after all.