The Six Hours of Christmas

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” mused the cab driver as I quite ungracefully entered with my arms full of bags.

“Doing a little Christmas shopping. Not quite finished.”

“Me, well, I’ve got it down. I block off three hours for shopping. And I go. Whatever don’t get bought in that three hours, don’t get given.”

I laughed.

“Then I block off another three hours. That’s for the celebration. Three hours for dinner, gift giving, that’s it. Three hours up. Christmas’ over.”

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