It’s that time of year again.

We, as mothers, must make it a magical season.

Now, please make note of the fact, that we love making it a magical season. Within reason.

You want a few show-stopping gifts, great stocking stuffers, cookies, and a house filled with decorations? We’re on it.

But, and this is a big but (kind of like a before-retouching Oprah but) maybe we have gentle dreams about the holidays too?

What! A mother with dreams and wishes of her own? What in tarnation?

Did a donkey just give birth to Satan somewhere? What kind of crazy talk is that?

Mothers, Catholic, bad and otherwise, are here to serve. We know. We know. But we’ve heard tell that some mothers don’t feel that they must make the holiday season a vomitorium of wonderment for the entire world. They set boundaries to retain their sanity.

We are Catholics, so this is news to us. We believe that if it feels pleasant, you just not giving enough to others. So give until it hurts. Put down that cup of coffee and cookie and STOP BEING SO SELFISH. You’re not here to enjoy life. You’re here to make sure everyone else does.

So pick up another wish list, volunteer for 12 HOURS at a function of some sort that may or may not include books, and just don’t sit down. For any reason. Ever.

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