Never fly to the U.S. the day before Thanksgiving or the weekend after because every airport is guaranteed to be crammed to bursting with people in transit to, or from, their home town.
Even though we're a week and a half away from Thanksgiving, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
I'm a last-minute shopper. I end up at the mall or somewhere on Christmas Eve. It's a shame.
Finding the real joy of Christmas comes not in the hurrying and the scurrying to get more done, nor is it found in the purchasing of gifts. We find real joy when we make the Savior the focus of the season.
Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas.
Christmas is the biggest holiday in numbers - in terms of gross amounts - because you have one and a half to two months.
Holiday shopping is a challenge. Stores are crowded; people are stressed and rude... not exactly the spirit of the season.
The holidays are the worst time to travel, and ISIS aren't making things any easier.
I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it).
When you travel on Christmas, for you as the traveler - whether you're in 1A or 39D - there is a mental state that you have to put yourself in: that you're traveling at the busiest time of the year, and you're going to take whatever comes your way.
In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.
And London shops on Christmas Eve Are strung with silver bells and flowers As hurrying clerks the City leave To pigeon-haunted classic towers, And marbled clouds go scudding by The many-steepled London sky
