If you must go to Target on Christmas Eve (like, say, you discover that there is no wrapping paper in the house, and everyone groans when you suggest being ecologically appropriate and wrapping things in newspaper) 7:30 in the morning the place is like a dream. Almost empty, shelves restocked, no one in a snit yet, and the coffee in the Starbucks is freshly brewed.
Onward: the day awaits (and much package wrapping).
Cool yule y'all.
Onward: the day awaits (and much package wrapping).
Cool yule y'all.