Lately, I’ve been in more of a holiday spirit. Call it a shift of my holy-jolly state-of-mind. Maybe my heart really did grow three sizes, or maybe I’m just delusional from the bombardment of annual Christmas commercialism. Either way, I’m more in tune with the Christmas season this year.

But unfortunately, this newfound Christmas spirit lacks any sense of excitement when it comes to gift shopping – something I dread and tend to put off until the final days before Christmas (which I’ve learned isn’t so bad. Even Santa waits until the night before Christmas to start delivering gifts). I enjoy giving but I never have a good gift idea, especially when it comes to toys, which is funny given how easily amused I am. Two years ago, I got a mini marshmallow shooter from Grandma for Christmas. It was one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received.