12/20/2025
From Surviving Christmas to Thriving Christmas
For many years, I was surviving Christmas.
It’s really all I knew.
Christmas held the tenderness of connection, but also the stress and burnout of over committing, over functioning, over shopping, over spending, over indulging, and endless to do lists. Chaos for my nervous system. My human is at a place now where all I crave is peace.
I was trying to create magic while silently depleting myself.
Every year, without fail, my body expressed the overwhelm through illness. Pneumonia or strep throat, every Christmas.
My children remember Christmas as exciting. The magic of Santa. The anticipation. The sparkle. I worked so hard to keep that alive.
And they also remember a mom who was sick every Christmas.
Things have changed.
I haven’t been sick at Christmas in about six years.
In 2019, we did something that once felt unimaginable. We went away right before Christmas and returned on Christmas Eve.
I used to wonder how people could possibly do that. What is Christmas without snow, cold air, a tree, presents, family gatherings?
But when we were away, something unexpected happened.
My body softened.
My nervous system calmed.
And presents became the furthest thing from my mind.
No pressure.
No performance.
No exhaustion.
Now, Christmas looks different.
Thriving Christmas looks like doing what I actually have energy for.
Recognizing when I’m over committing and choosing to reschedule.
Listening to my body before it has to scream.
It looks like small, thoughtful ornaments.
Homemade goods.
Meaningful gestures.
No more overfilled tree buried under endless gifts.
My kids didn’t care about the volume of presents.
They cared about time together.
Presence.
Connection.
My tree still shines.
But now it shines with heartfelt ornaments collected through the years.
Each one holds a story.
Each one has meaning.
Thriving Christmas is spacious.
Slower.
Quieter.
It’s no longer about surviving the season.
It’s about being well inside of it.