It's beginning to look a lot like insanity, everywhere I go. Gift shopping is crazy. I really don't like to exchange gifts. Too many things I don't need, don't want or don't like. Just more stuff to cram into my tiny living space. I have sets of cheaply scented moisturizers, sprays and powders clogging my bathroom shelves. I have a collection of oddly scented candles crowding another shelf. More pampering gadgets than I have spare moments in which to pamper myself. I have cocoa mix and lovely homemade candy I can't or shouldn't eat.
Fear not: I'm not just an ungrateful Scrooge. No, I, too, am a gifting idiot. I just spent $10 to have socks - SOCKS! - sent to me overnight so that I could wrap them in time for Christmas morning. I have several pairs of similar earrings and bars of scented soaps at home that I thought I'd give, but since there are only five of each and I'd now need six in order to distribute them how I intended, they're practically useless. Bah humbug!
This was supposed to be a restrained Christmas, for goodness sakes! What happened? Those gifts given early were more appropriate for a year in which every income source is fragile. As the deadline approaches, I panic. I should recognize this from previous years and feign it away. I don't. I give in to my fear, as my co-worker succinctly puts it, fear that my family won't love me.
So instead of spending lunch hours enjoying the company of friends, as I promised myself I would do, I run to CVS and quickly scour the shelves for crap. I spend late nights surfing for last minute deals when I could be sound asleep, snug in my bed.
Friends and co-workers with more forethought were able to buy nice wrappings for their lovely homemade gifts and fabricate or bake them early enough to give a few days before the holiday. Forethought is not my forte.
I guess that's why there's overnight shipping and credit cards. Alleluia!
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