For some reason, the hectic rush of Christmas preparation is getting to me more this year. Probably because my workload has heated up along with the shopping, wrapping, socializing and card writing duties that get crammed into the first 24 days of December every year.
When I dodge by the drained-face people standing seven-deep in lines alongside store cash registers hugging their purchases or try to navigate the panicked search for a parking spot, I have to shake my head. How bizarre that such a huge segment of the population has been sucked into this overdrive of spend and give, spend and give. It doesn't look like fun from this end.
Of course, the sparkle in a four-year-old's eyes as he looks into the shopping mall Santa's square-framed spectacles makes it all worthwhile.
Now I just have to find myself a four-year-old.
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