This year I vowed to do my Christmas shopping early. Very early. I made a promise to myself that I would not need to walk into a mall in the month of December. This was motivated purely by fear.
No one wants to see a pregnant woman crying while waiting in line or getting medieval on the ass of some unwitting sales clerk. So I finished my shopping early and kept my promise.
I also promised Sophie Jane I would take her to see Santa. Of course, this time of year, Santa resides primarily in shopping malls.
The only crying was a whimper coming from Sophie as I declined her request to visit the toy store conveniently located in close proximity to Santa; whimpering which was minimized by a promise of hot chocolate. A fair price for a shred of sanity, I say.