Always have to remind myself that no one's cancelled Christmas. The Sheriff of Nottingham has been denied yet again.
Though every year, the customers show up later than the year before, they do eventually show up, thankfully.
Nevertheless, I always imagine Armageddon. Five days before Christmas and we're at war with China, three feet of snow on the ground, and a new plague keeping people holed up at home. Any or all or a million other scenarios.
But every year, Christmas comes, people get the urge, and we come out OK.
I used to scoff at the idea that Christmas represents half of the year's profits. Well, since we started carrying books, it hasn't been "half" but it's been a good solid third of our profits.
It's nerve-wracking, I tell you.
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