For over a decade, Elaine and I have been swapping books on Christmas Eve a la the Icelandic tradition of Jólabókaflóð (no idea if this is a real thing or just something I saw on tumblr 15 years ago). In recent years we hit the Fancy McDonald’s drive thru, eat in then car, then part ways at the Buckhead Barnes. We spend about an hour wandering the ailes looking for the books we’ve prechosen for each other (you always gotta go with 3- they’re always out of stock on a couple) and