The Christmas Eve Shoppers

It's the day before Christmas, my forehead starts to sweat. My hands start

shaking, I haven't started yet. Thank God I've made a list

at least, that will save some time. Most of all, I hope the

mall stays open until nine. There's no time now to worry if the sweater's

the right size, or the bath towel's the right color. You'll just apologize.

There's no time now to wonder if the tie will please your dad.

The Christmas Eve shopper will grab one and be glad. We're the Christmas

Eve shoppers, it happens every year. Instead of Christmas spirit,