After talking about my Christmas shopping panic on my radio show in 1992, a man called me and said he could help me get the one Power Ranger doll that my kid wanted from Santa Claus. I met the listener in a mall parking lot where he sold me the doll for triple its retail price. I wanted to walk away but I thought of my kid's Christmas morning joy and took the hit. But I will never forget the skeezy smile on that old man's face as he took my money. A prick like that would get his karma some day, some way, somehow. But a Merry Christmas to everyone else, I thought. Simon loved his toy and my