On the 23rd of December, in my ninth year, I hear the angels sing.
We do our Christmas shopping late this December. My parents' work, church, school programs, and family obligations conspire to keep us away from the stores of downtown Santa Cruz until the night before Christmas Eve. It is the one time a year when I see my dad shop for anything but groceries.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at http://spectrummagazine.org/node/12143