So, I run to Walgreens to drop $10 on children’s cold medicine and chapstick and the people in line in front of me had a cart full of stocking stuffers. The jealously that spiked through me came suddenly; I will be stuck going out the last two nights before Christmas, scrambling to gather up convenience store leftovers, trying to finish up my sporadic shopping.  Oh, how I hate shopping for stocking stuffers, the struggle to ensure that everyone from the kids to great grandma has equally stuffed stockings filled with the most tolerable cheap shit the dollar store has to offer.  Then there will be my stocking, limp and deficient like an old man whose run out of viagra.  I will undoubtedly forget to purchase for my own stocking and I have learned not to expect anyone else to either.