Ah, commercialism at its finest…
So, Happy Holidays to you and yours. Yep, it’s that time of year again. How’d it get here so fast? I’m curious about the way we’ve created this system of after Thanksgiving Christmas shopping. You can either face the crowds as soon as the dishes are done Thursday evening, or you can wait until Monday and shop in your pajamas.
Who loves the holiday crowds?
I’ll admit it, I love to get caught up in the nostalgia of the season. Pretty trees, twinkling lights, and carols drifting in to my subconscious via Musak. There’s just something about Christmas shopping that makes me smile. However, after listening to the arrest reports on the news last night something inside me validates how Black Friday brings out the worst in people. All that drama I can do without in my real life, but I’ll admit, as a writer the thought of a short story devoted to those 24 hours after the turkeys are roasted intrigues me…
I’ll shop in my pajamas this year
I’ve got my list, I’m checking it twice, and scratching off names depending on whether you’re naughty or nice. I’ve got Christmas carols playing on my computer, some egg-nog with a dash of nutmeg, and my credit card is shimmering and ready. I fear my mouse will suffer the most from all those clicks. Oh, and did I mention on CyberMonday I get to stay home and shop in my pajamas.
What about you? Did you risk the crowds, or are you ninja pajama-shopping this year?