Queen for a Day

Today is the one day shopping takes on a new face. The scent of perfume hangs no longer in the air, and the sour taste of panic takes its place. The mass migration of men from their garages and sports bars happens only this once a year as they swamp the malls in hope of finding last-minute salvation. They look at each other, each one as clueless as the next.
This is Santa's second-string workshop, where crappy presents are made.

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