Thank you for your share and the reminder (((Maresie))). Im reminded of my experience as a child growing up in an alcoholic environment, my mother and her attempts to recreate her own feelings of euphoria as a child at Christmas would ware herself thin trying to turn the holidays into a recreation of a Hallmark channel movie. When her expectations were not met, she would hit the bottle and pop pills until her anger would spill out in the form of rage, my father would retreat to his bedroom with his tail between his legs and his own bottle, and I was left feeling confused and blaming myself for the unhappiness in my home. The holiday dysfunction is and was intense. This year Im making the choice to live and let live and to be compassionate toward the alcoholics in my life, I could so easily be in their shoes, and by the grace of God Ive been given the gift of recovery. Like in the past, the alcoholics will most likely choose to use, and there will be probably be some form of chaos and drama with which Im powerless over, it is not my job to make anyone feel comfortable in their disease, it is my responsibility to practice principles before personalities by bringing my Alanon tool box to the big event.