The day before the day.


Every year I tell myself that I'm going to get my Christmas shopping done early. I'm going to be organized and really think about what I'm going to give to people. Every year I end up rushing around on the 23d, buying the first thing I find that I think they will like. Every single year. And I usually am a very organized person, it's just that when it comes to presents in general I get stuck. I blame my lack of fantasy. Although I do have some kind of fantasy just not the "right" one. Either way, now I'm sitting here again, about to go to bed with butterflies in my stomach because tomorrow it's the big day, and I'm making the promise again. The promise that next year I am going to be organized and buy everything early although I know deep inside that it is probably not going to go down that way. But you can always hope, right?


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