It’s Christmas… the season of peace, love, hope, and happiness. The season where everything seems to be a little brighter, everyone seems a little more nice and even helpful than any other time of year.

Except, I’ve had three run-ins with lousy customer service and there are at least two other things I’m considering ranting about. The problem is that it’s Christmas and I just don’t feel like I should be spewing negativity.

Even though there have been times I feel like I have been ambushed by overwhelming stupidity, not mine, someone else’s, of course, I just don’t feel that this time of year is the time to air grievances. Counting blessings and all that sort of thing… That does NOT mean that I wouldn’t fully support Miss Britt’s plan to designate an island to send stupid people to.

Even in my search for Christmas peace, kindness, and serenity, I have not been a shining example of such things. And, even though I love the warm, mushy feelings this time of year usually inspires, it didn’t stop me from leaving a rather tense comment on a dear friend’s blog in response to someone else’s comment (that was directed at me). Vague enough for you? Sorry about that.

The thing is, I’m pretty cool with being insulted occasionally, but I sort of got the feeling that this person was slightly insulting my son and that is something I won’t tolerate, not even a tiny bit. It’s a Mother Lion thing.

In a sense, I think the Mother Lion thing is pretty appropriate to the season. I can’t believe for even a moment that in the manger Mary wasn’t sizing up the three wise men and thinking, “Did any of you wash your hands before you showed up trying to touch my kid?”