I've been having this dream for years...it's Christmas Eve and I haven't decorated the house or purchased any presents. It's 5:30 p.m. and Wal*Mart closes at 6:00. I race around the store trying to find a pair of pink Hello Kitty pajamas that will fit my youngest daughter, but there are no pajamas to be found. I can't find anything for my husband or little boy Greg. I'm desperate! I go home and try to decorate the tree. Nothing works. I wake up covered in sweat and drowning in guilt. I don't know why I dream this...I've always been prepared...sometimes weeks in advance. But I still have this fear of having to buy all my gifts at a convenience store. A few years ago I wrote a poem about it in the hopes of driving the dream away.
And then in a twinkling I heard from the back,
A voice bellow "Shut up yer barkin', Jack!"
As I opened the door and was looking around,
From the backroom a humanoid came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black from his head to his foot,
And I swear that a knife had been stuck in his boot.
Two six-packs of Coors was what he was packing,
And he looked like a biker with I.Q. points lacking.