I'd like to strike a deal with you. See this block? It's mine. That's right, it's a writer's block. And I'm tired of it! I don't know where I got it or why it won't leave me alone, but if you take it . . . well, let's just say there might be a pack of HoHos for your trouble.
Hope to see you soon. How do you get it all done? I only have a few people to shop for and I feel like drowing my sorrows in a carton of egg nog.