You tell yourself that this year you'll get all of your Christmas shopping done early. That you won't stand in line with all the rude, crazy nutjobs. But you won't, and you will. You wake on Christmas eve, and there you are. On your way to the mecca of Christmas, the mall. You arrive at the icon of commercialism, the mall. List in hand, and cursing your extraordinary ability to procrastinate. I ain't making it up.
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