Ha! I placed one order, from ONE store, and managed to get something for each and every remaining person on our list. And just like that, hope is restored—though now I feel rather cliché for whining about how stressful Christmas shopping is. So sorry!

And now I’m on to more important things, like helping the kids practice lighting candles. And holding the lit candles. And lifting the candles up over their heads without setting anyone (or their hair) on fire. Because this is an integral part of our Christmas celebrating. (No, really, it is; we have a candlelighting service on Christmas Eve. The sanctuary lights are dim, and everyone gets a candle to light and hold up while singing Silent Night. It’s my favorite thing. Especially when no one suffers wax burns.)