This year, while some are making Much Ado – make that a Hamlet of a to do, or not to do – about shopping on Thanksgiving; I continue to make it my aim to stay away from stores after Halloween. There are two reasons for this. Reason number one has nothing to do with the people or the commercialization of Christmas. I abhor the tedious traffic and random road work.
Despite my best intentions; I found myself in big box retail areas the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.
As soon as I exited my car, I heard the Salvation Army bell ringer. Ah, the red bucket, now that’s nostalgic. A generous creature of habit, I reached for my coin purse. What did I find there? Two guitar picks and a drum key. I don’t think that is what the charity is looking for. Bingo. No money in the wallet is reason number two for not shopping anytime after Halloween.
Sprouts Farmer’s Market is my new favorite grocery. I stopped there to pick up a few fresh ingredients. Crowds of organically, ecologically inclined customers were bustling about, smiling and swinging along to upbeat pop tunes of the 70s, little sign of shopping for anything beyond the pleasant anticipation of cooking and feasting.
Meanwhile, at Hobby Lobby, long lines formed to pay for mounds of Christmas decorations while other shoppers seemed driven as they searched through glittering aisles of red and green, silver and gold. There was something a bit non sequitur about the funeralish organ rendition piping through the speakers, “And….he walks with me and he talks with me.” By the time I made my way to the cash register, the instruments were crescendoing a gentle reminder, “Climb every mountain, search, high and low, follow every byway, every path you know…”
Here’s hoping you are warmed and fed and feeling peace this holiday season. And may all your incongruities and non sequiturs be not too jarring or jolting.