Like Waiting For Santa

I sit by the window waiting with a sense of nervous apprehension. The heater is on so I try and cram as much of myself onto the vent as possible to counteract the cold, large window in front of me. The ground is covered in white which reflects the lights on the tree and across the house. It is Boxing Day.

It isn't like I need something particular or feel the need to be the first in the shops but I also feel the day would be emptier if I didn't attend the shops. So all I can do is sit staring out the window wondering where you are to begin our much more humanly hour of shopping than usual.