I'm stuck into studying for exams. Santa is ensconced at the mall, he's a chatty kind of guy, likes to wander around and hug unsuspecting passersby. Because of the location of my booth, I am witness to little exchanges between parents and kids. "But he's a nice Santa, why don't you want to go and talk to him?" I'm sure he'd be hurt if he knew how many of the small ones were terrified of him. We tell them, don't talk to strangers, then we want them to go and sit on the lap of some old guy in a red suit... mixed messages...

I'm also in the middle of filling out forms to become a volunteer at William Head, the federal prison mentioned earlier.