Once I shake off the Currier and Ives fantasy about heading to my mother's house through snowy woods, it's time to get real. I'll bet I'm not alone in feeling ambivalent about going Ho! Ho! Home for the holidays. I will wager what remains of my paycheck that the highways and airports are filled to capacity with travelers who, like me, use the tried and true Bing Crosby mantra, "When you're worried and you can't sleep, just count your blessings instead of sleep. And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings" to try to calm themselves before walking in the door. And I'll bet chanting that while traveling doesn't work any better for them than it does for me.
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