It's a week 'till Christmas and there's snow on the ground, Christmas lights are up and those silly holiday blow up front yard things are out. It's a beautiful sight, and then I start to panic. I remember that I've done just about none of the gift shopping I had been planning on doing, nor do I have any ideas for the gifts I should be getting my family. But, that's all okay, they're my family, I can figure something out, or they'll understand.

The real problem is the office Secret Santa. There are maybe a handful of people that I can properly pick up something for...and the person I picked from the basket is not one of them. Now, I know I can't be the only one in this same predicament. There are plenty of offices around the world where there are people trying to figure out what to buy for maybe someone they don't really like or maybe even their boss. To make it even harder to figure out, I have a goal of a dollar to spend making me just want to do a gag gift, but that's far too easy, I'm better than that. The bad thing is that I can't ask around what other people are getting, that whole SECRET Santa thing. But then again, I'm all for pulling an 'eenie meenie miney mo' session at the dollar store.

At least I don't have to deal with an ugly Christmas sweater party...unfortunate because I did find a bunch of those in a store where I shop for my clothes. I may need to revisit my wardrobe.