In the game of Sock Girl versus Christmas, Christmas seems to be winning. There was a point this evening when I was in the mall with a bunch of other panicked shoppers and I felt it might be just appropriate to have myself a little melt down right there in front of Santa’s chair. But I held it (reasonably) together and browsed for inspiration. And what did I find for my great display of fortitude in braving the masses and shopping with only a small episode of tears? Nada. Nothing. Zip. I did not find one single gift.
So next I went grocery shopping. And the woman in front of me had a basket FULL of Christmas stuff… no food… just decorations, cards, and a Santa suit. Then she turns to me and says that they are FOR NEXT YEAR! Next! Year! Sweet merciful bird, people, that’s just sick. I’m just saying.