I finally finished all of my Christmas shopping. Yes, since I'm a last minute shopper, I kind of missed the boat with online shopping. And I'm still beating myself over the head for starting so late. So, I was left to endure this: The War Zone

I guess it's my fault, granted, but Christmas shopping is overrated. What ever happened to the good 'ol days where cards, made from oak tag and diligently illustrated with Crayola's best, were suitable offerings. That stuff came from the heart and took blood, sweat and tears to create a visual concept. Stores are busting out at the seams with people and I found myself shopping in the two worst areas in New York City (even on good days they're bad): SoHo and Midtown (34th Street). And THEN loading myself and gift luggage onto a crowded subway, getting beat down by my very own bags, possibly knocking over a small child... things of this nature.

I'm so over it. Next, year everyone's getting hugs and a card saying what I would have bought them.

Okay, I'm done with my bah humbug banter.

The most rewarding moment will be seeing the sparkle of joy on my loved ones' faces as they tear open my gifts of honor. Sorry small child whom I possibly knocked over -- you'll see it was all for the best.

Merry Christmahanakwanza!!!

-Sophia