I am moving this weekend. That's a story in itself. It's a good story, but the road to get there has been...a challenge. I'll tell you more about that later.

Holidays can be a hard time for many people. Rather than fall victim to any type of circumstances, I have learned to make my own traditions. For the last few years - more than I can even remember - I have hosted dinner on December 24th. We get deli from an amazing local place. I make desserts and play games while consuming mass quantities of my secret sangria.

Since I am moving on the 23rd I have decided hosting dinner isn't in the cards. I feel like I am breaking a huge tradition. It's hard. This is my tradition. Removed from other people's expectations. It's mine and I own it. I welcome everyone at my place to celebrate whatever holiday they wish. It symbolizes so many things for me and I embrace all of them.

This year it's not happening. Don't get me wrong, my move is a wonderful thing. But I have become such a traditionalist. My Christmakah dinner is very important to me. The irony is not lost on me.

Here's the thing. I am letting it go. It's just a day. There will be many other opportunities to stuff my face with pastrami and vino. My friends will join me for other made up and real holidays. The joy is not restricted to one single day of the year.

Life happens. Plans change. We have to adapt. We have to be flexible.

So if you are stressing about the perfect dinner, the perfect event, the perfect anything, pretend you are Elsa and just Let it Go. That's what I am doing and you are welcome to join me.

Happy Merry Everything.