It’s countdown to Christmas. Yes, I’m using the word Christmas.
The stores are twinkling with lights.
The bell ringers are waving. Ringing is against the law now.
The beggars are begging, the singers are singing, and the fiddlers are fiddling.
I wonder what they’ll outlaw next.
But the shoppers aren’t shopping. They’re just looking. And buying online.
That’s what I did this year.
It made it so much simpler. But boring.
I go into overdrive when pushing into a mob of women to get to the cosmetic counter. Or ripping a pair of shoes out of another woman’s hands and buying them. The word glee comes to mind.
Let’s not forget the parking lot assaults for a parking space. That’s all out war.
And the juggling of bags, boxes and purses draped from your arms and shoulders that make you look like a shopping cart without wheels.
It’s the sights and sounds of Christmas.
It’s the festive delights of materialism.
Don’t go shopping without it.