Whew, really the pressure this time of year is madness. Shopping, wrapping, decorating. Cards, baking, cleaning. Company, sweet kids coming and going, road trips. That hamster wheel is squeaking round the clock. Yesterday, in the midst of a wildly busy day, I sneaked off to my secret hiding place for a visit. It was the wisest decision I'd made in weeks. Calm, peace, tranquility. THAT is my idea of a holiday. If your house looks absolutely nothing a Hallmark commercial and more like a ransacked dorm room, then join me in the Christmas pact. Escape from the madness, and not to the maul! Take some quiet time, go hide someplace until the incessant noise in your ears begins to dim. You really don't have to do everything. No. You don't. Step quietly back and take a break. Be still. Take a nap. Be good to you. Finding your secret hiding place is a gift only you can give to yourself. Do you have one? I'll share mine if you don't.