Lights glow brightly and windows offer their ample wares. Slick streets shimmer with a golden aura. The village shines like a festival. It's 4:30am and no one is around. Shopkeepers sleep with visions of margins in their heads. The seal and sanction of the divine descent into the lower subconscient planes hovers high and wide above the aspiring and ardent souls slumbering in terrestrial rest. Only thirteen more shopping days until Christmas.