The Christmas season is here and as an adult I am supposed to be completely stressed out. Shopping, family gatherings, overeating and Yankee swaps are supposed to push me to the edge. I am supposed to feel bad that I am not a kid anymore and get depressed that my quest to recapture the innocence of my childhood will never be fulfilled. I say “Bah Humbug” to all that. The Christmas season actually makes me feel really good and, frankly, I think kids are the one who experience the most stress during the holidays.