You think it’s over. You tell the cashier at Shopper’s Drug Mart that this is it. The last item on your Christmas shopping list. You go home to celebrate. You begin wrapping everything up and realize…
I still need to get a basket to put all this person’s stuff in, because it’d be weird if they opened them up individually. Individually, it’s a weird gift, but in a basket, it makes sense.
This person’s basket looks to empty, I should go buy more chocolate to fill it up, or something like that. Maybe a candle?
This person didn’t get as much stuff as this person. They’re going to think I like this person more than them. I’d better go buy them something else so they don’t get that impression.
I hope I don’t see this person until this time, because I won’t have a gift ready for them in time.
Oh shoot, I keep forgetting to send those Christmas cards I’d written at least a week ago. There’s no way they’ll get them on time for Christmas now. Should I even bother sending them?
It. Never. Ends.
Merry Christmas Eve Eve everybody! I need to go find more baskets.