Ok... back on subject!

So if I intend to not get involved in all the "materialistic" bs of "Xmas," how come I'm still stressing out about "what am I going to get _______?"

The way I feel this very minute, there's no way I could brave any crowds of any kind, much less come up with any ideas for gifts. Somehow, I'm longing for the days of meandering in the crowds of shoppers, listening to the carolers in the malls, etc... but to do it? No way, Baby! Ummmmf!

How did you do it, Kvinn? Did you say to yourself some magical words?



"For unto us a Son is given..."