Mostly I stay out of stores until after the first of the year.
I remember what it was like to watch people pick up one thing, turn their head and think a moment, and put it back. All to find the right thing for the person they were shopping for.
And with so many to buy for, it becomes a task to get it all out of the way.
It occurred to me a long time ago that really, what was it all for? I mean, I understand wanting to give gifts at Christmas. But it seems to me to be shopping overload. I’d rather give when it’s a total surprise.
It seems to me that Christmas in the US is a wayward nod to the vast and never ending commercialism in this country. And in my opinion it all got out of hand a long time ago.
Children get dozens of gifts and are so pumped up they don’t even have time to look at one before they’re unwrapping another.
My way has been to take kids to a bookstore and let them choose a few books.
Yes, I’d be considered the “no fun” grandma to many. But it is really important to me to foster the love of reading.
At 6-7 my grandson would choose books on past presidents. It amazed me but I was happy to accommodate him with books on history of any variety.
I love to see children’s eyes get wide with excitement at the mere idea of so many books. And behind their covers, stories for them to enjoy. The way I always felt as a child when I’d enter our small town library.
I know most children want the latest electronic this and that at holiday time. A new smart phone, for instance. (Why do children in grade school need a smart phone?)
I know I’m probably in the minority. But I find it all sad and unfortunate.
I want to look at the sky, watch a group of birds flying in almost precise formation.
I don’t want to be staring down at some gadget, always being “electronically engaged” while ignoring every single thing around me.
I am on the computer a lot at home. When I go out I forget all that and prefer to enjoy the moment.
People are missing so much. But they’ll never know it if they don’t pause and look up.
And the good thing about that would be that then maybe they’d see me instead of running straight into me and nearly knocking me down.
Wouldn’t that be nice?