"Less than a month til' Christmas" states the cheery co-worker strolling up the hall.
"How's the Christmas shopping going?" formulating all manner of non-festive replies in my head I hastily reply "Oh you know, same as last year!" Which means I haven't even remotely got close to even thinking about who I need to purchase a present for let alone begun to swipe my plastic debt machine.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some sort of Christmas Grinch with a penchant for Halloween over holidays, I DO love Christmas, I'm just horrible at buying gifts. I have a tendency to try and put myself in the gift receiver's shoes.
"Hmmm If I was Sarah [my lovely wife] what would I want for Christmas" I'll ponder to myself strolling through the doors of Kmart.
"I would definitely want a radio-controlled drone with a camera and a new charcoal barbecue", and so off I'll meander, over to the toy section, where I'll forget I'm shopping for presents and marvel at the fact a flyable helicopter is now 20 bucks.