Hassled time, hurried time, crafted of jammed schedules, marathon cooking sessions, and shopping trips from hell. Why do I make this season harder than it must be? All You ask of me is to live and give thanks: I save all that for one lone day, and pursue busy-ness all the rest. Stop me. Remind me of my treasures, the ones I did not buy in a store. Crack open my heart and let true joy pour forth. More than turkey, better than gravy, prayer will be my holiday season.