I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! (I think the White Rabbit says that). What am I late for? *think think think*... Oh yeah - Christmas presents. I am getting ever closer to having to pass out those dreaded IOUs to the little nephews instead of handing them their quillows, which I am sure they will at least use for awhile, and possibly enjoy, even if they don't fit in the toy category.
As a kid I used to be somewhat disgusted with anything practical when it came to Christmas presents, and when it came to clothing, well, that was quite low on my list of desires. I wanted something that would give me hours of pleasure (e.g. a toy or paints), not just keep me looking decent. Things changed when I was about 12. The first item of clothing I appreciated at Christmas was size 28AAA. Mom has a weird sense of humor, wrapping that item and putting it under the tree for the whole family to watch me open. Fortunately I was not alone; my sister received the same present that Christmas. We did not model our gifts for the family.
Back to the salt mines (deadlines caused by procrastination remove some of the fun of creating).