I look at the day after Thanksgiving with equal parts of dread and fear. For some strange reason I somehow found myself agreeing to accompany my wife on a shopping trip for Christmas gifts.
This is so unlike me. Normally I am able to somehow sidestep this entire tradition and stay nestled in bed dreaming of baseball seasons that never end. Instead the alarm goes off at 3:00 AM and I roll out of bed onto the cold floor questioning my sanity.