Fact 1: I have not finished my Christmas shopping.
Fact 1a: Full disclosure: I’m not even sure I’ve STARTED my Christmas shopping.
Fact 2: I do not even know what I’m buying my husband.
Fact 3: Fortune does not favor the tardy in this case; with my husband trying to start his own business, money is predictably tight and so I cannot just run into the nearest Nordstroms and wave a credit card around and run out.
Fact 4: So, if I’m running out of a Nordies it’s because I’ve taken up shoplifting.
Fact 5: I did decide two days ago to make gifts for my coworkers.
Fact 6: Which is proof that I’m insane. I got 22 of ’em. Coworkers, that is.
Fact 7: Because of various scheduling issues, I must get the project done this evening.
Fact 8: Which adds up to the traditional recipe for Christmas Panic: Repetitive actions in a new technology that I’ve never tried before (in this case, running CDs through a printer, of all things) at the last minute.
Fact 9: Sadly, there’s no chocolate involved.
Fact 10: Which means I’ll undoubtedly be up at 2 a.m. resentfully shoving materials around, making the inevitable mistakes and having to re-do work and crying.
Fact 11: Which is, indeed, the Spirit of Giving.