"I'm just not good at Christmas," my sister Bevin admits. "I love it, it's my favorite holiday, but I'm not good at gift giving. I don't plan ahead, and now there's this arbitrary deadline and I have to be thoughtful and come up with something original and good and fitting, and I'm just not good at it."
"I'm with ya on that," I tell her. "At least the people on your Christmas list are people you know. With the name draw in Cairo, I have to come up with something for folks I never see except at Christmas. And sometimes not even then."
"What do you do?"
"I just stopped caring. Especially this year. It doesn't have to be the end-all, be-all anymore. I just find something and give it to them. Like, 'Here's our annual consumer goods exchange.' It really isn't in the spirit of it, though."
"But I don't even know what to do with Mom and Dad. Or Aaron. I have no idea."
"Well," I turn into older sister who solves it all, "you obviously need to come over and use the computer and get on etsy.com."
We’ve come so far … no, not really …
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