It is so good to not be shopping right now. Mrs. Claus bought the Christmas ham and other dainties and delicacies. She had to park in parking lot Siberia. Sausage tortellini soup tonight. Eldest daughter is working a seasonal job at Marshalls, a mile away. On her 45-minute break she came home for lunch and reported the checkout line doubled all the way back into Mens. "Who shops on Christmas Eve?" she asks. She was grumbling, yet cheerful. You can't help but feel you're all in it togeth

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