I remember previously remarking the first Christmas did not take place at Walmart….so how did we get from a lowly manger with
a homeless family finding temporary shelter to people trampling each other to death to die objects which — for the most part —
they will have discarded, broken or re-gifted by next year.
I am not a shopaholic. You would have a hard time running into me at a Mall, never mind running me over. If I look forward to Christmas at all it’s because I am loving the music although I little believe the angels are singing in the skies. Call me prejudice against the need to buy people and one’s self things that are not needed or even wanted in a frenzy.
I try to give to my family in other ways….but they look bewildered when I come up with cards that thank them for donations I provided to various charities.
The meek should inherit the earth….and all the bounty on it.
The crazed shoppers should stay at the Malls until they run out of
money and also run out of gluttony.