Holiday Spirit?

At about this time every year I become extremely aggressive. It's unexplainable. I tend to morph from my usual generous, optimistic self into some greedy, hormonal bitch. It seems that Christmas time should have the opposite effect on me, and it used to when I was younger. But now it brings on more stress than joy. I mean I watch other women when I'm at the store, fighting over a toy for a lucky son, or a clearance ham, and I think "Please God, tell me I'm not that bad." But when people continually ask me "You ready for Christmas, Haley?" I feel an overwhelming urge to dump my holiday cider in their hair. So what if I haven't gotten my boyfriend's mother a gift yet? I worked twelve hours yesterday, I'm working on it! How can I be expected to do all of this by the 25th! That's about the time I realize that I am in fact becoming the clearance ham Nazi.