Twenty-six years and counting. That's how long I've been a 'last minute shopper'. And I'm happy to report that, once again, despite driving my sweet spouse raving mad, I have proved the efficacy of my approach to Christmas gift buying.
Earlier this morning my spouse dropped me off at the mall saying: "I can't believe you insist on doing this every year! It's just crazy! What if you can't find what people want."
"Then I'll buy what they need," I said.
"Ugh," she emoted.
"Love you dear," I said, "be good for Mom kids, see you soon!"
List in hand, kid free and unrestrained by anybody's opinion on the merits of my choices I proceeded to wander the mall in a relaxed fashion. If a store or boutique was too busy: I simply avoided it. If I couldn't find the particular item on my list, I improvised. If the lady with crazy-eyes and an overflowing cart was intent on cutting me off, I put my elbows out. If a fellow shopper's eyes were kind, I smiled. If downcast, I empathized. If fiery, I ignored. If the cashier was rude, I hummed. If the price was too high, I refrained. If... if it made sense I bought; if it didn't, I did not. Three hours and thirty-three minutes later I emerged from the mall with 17 gifts (not Gift Cards!). I was done!
Arriving home via cab an hour ago I announced to one and all that I was done.
"Easy for you to say," my spouse who has been shopping for six weeks said.
"Yes, beauty, it easy for me to say. That's why I do it!" I replied smiling. And she laughed, ... and it is Christmas ... and it is simple.
Merry Christmas!

