Press on regardless.
I have heard rumors. Insinuations. Whispers. It seems that many in the blogosphere are hinting -- if not shouting it from the rooftops -- that men spend the pre-Christmas period doing nothing. Not stated, but implied in some instances are assorted gaseous emanations and unseemly itch relieving maneuvers.
If this is true (and I am not saying it is) you know what it means these men are? Smarter than I am. Today I spent it on a fool's errand on behalf of my beloved. A while back, while attending to my side of the Christmas (and Hanukkah, because we're ecumenical like that) gift list, TFBIM asked me to, while I was wandering through the aisles of our local MegaStuffHutTM, seek out something in the gift basket family to give her best friend. Since this is among that rare minority of friends of hers whom I consider to be imbecility-free, I nodded assent and wandered off.
A while later that day, I reported a lack of success in securing said basket. But! Two days later I managed to score an Orrefors crystal fruit bowl-ish thing down to $20 from $150, because I am human tripod like that. Only to discover today TFBIM had some impossible-to-articulate issues with the Orrefors bit, and I was back on the hook for a gift basket.
As TFBIM was scheduled for a spa day and girl's night out to see some appalling Broadway revival (Broadway being as sodden with as much originality of thought as modern socialism) I decided to make a run across the state to see what sort of goodies attached themselves to my wallet and to score the Christmas Eve porky goodness at the greatest butcher shop in Creation.
So what am I doing now? Well, I am about to start shoving giftage into gift bags. This, incidentally, Badger assures me is the equivalent of a generic Christmas newsletter. Which is perfectly true, no doubt...but after examining my conscience, I have decided that, were this state of affairs to be true, I simply cannot be moved sufficiently enough to really care. Be glad I took the price tag off.
Then I have to ponder the matter of Boxing Day brunch.