Why, Christmas, Why?

How many times have you been to the grocery store this week? I think I've been four times, and will likely go rushing out on Christmas Eve for some essential ingredient that I always forget. Why do I rush around like a crazy person, as if the entire holiday depends upon me keeping it together? I would love to be able to sit back and enjoy, but let's face it. Once you're no longer under the protection of your own Crazy Christmas Mom, it's all up to you. Unless you're a man.