The
where and how of holiday shopping plagues most of us. Nothing can quite compare
with the yearly ritual of holiday shopping, which theoretically begins on the
day after Thanksgiving, Black Friday. However, in actuality it begins much
earlier, of late right after Halloween. In fact, the way things are going,
pretty soon the stores will start putting up tinsel on the 4th of
July.
The
frenetic pace of shopping madness increases unabated throughout December. The
shopping itself takes on such dimensions that with many people the material
supercedes the spiritual aspect of the holidays.
But
before the shopping can even begin, there is the business of finding parking at
The Mall. Holiday shoppers
know when they are nearing this location because traffic becomes as thick as an
ant colony, and jockeying for position starts in earnest. Inevitably, a type
"A" personality loses patience and aggressively pulls out on the
shoulder of the road, speeds ahead, then forces his/her way into the regular
stream of traffic. This individual manages to gain perhaps four or five car
lengths to ultimately beat the traffic light, forcing other drivers to slam on
their brakes and come to an abrupt halt. A cacophony of horns proceeds to
announce the general agitation.
Arriving
at the mall, one is treated to a breathtaking sight—an unending sea of
automobiles. There is quite literally not a parking spot to spare. And so
begins the art of cruising for a space. This can be compared to the
choreography of a ballet. Automobiles pirouette and arabesque around the lot.
Inevitably,
there is a car waiting in each aisle for someone to pull out. Often there are
two vehicles set to swoop down like vultures. The poor driver who must pull out
of the spot has a serious dilemma: which way to go? One or the other of the
waiting drivers must be disappointed, only to drive off angrily, perhaps
offering the middle finger salute. Definitely not showing proper holiday spirit!
(More like the gunfight at Okay Corral)
Drivers
keep cruising, ready to dive like kamikaze pilots when they find a likely
target--barely avoiding fender benders--a holiday miracle in itself. No matter
how many spaces exist, there are never enough.
Another
technique involves following those who are leaving. Sometimes these shoppers
are merely putting away their packages and return to the Mall for further
exploration. Then there is the individual, fully aware someone is waiting for
his/her parking spot, who decides this is a good time to sit and light up a
cigarette, fiddle with the car radio, or begin a philosophical discussion on
the meaning of life with someone they've conjured on a cell phone.
Most
amazing of all are those who decide to grab the closest parking spot. I'm talking
here about nabbing the spaces set aside for the handicapped. These artists fall
into several categories. First are those who have no physical impediment
whatsoever but park illegally because they don't want to continue cruising. We
have no trouble spotting them as they run out when the police start ticketing.
The second category: those who somehow obtained handicapped stickers yet can
move like gazelles, either had some impediment but are over it and kept their
stickers, or obtained them illegally in the first place. There seem to be a
growing number of these talented artists who we may refer to as prima donnas.
With
so many people claiming the right to place handicapped stickers in their
automobiles, I am waiting for the time when non-handicapped signs will be
issued instead.
After
managing to obtain a parking spot and reaching the Promised Land of the Mall,
we are greeted by a chorus of Hallelujah from the sound system. Unfortunately,
by this time, we are almost too weary to shop.
When
Christmas and Chanukah come and all the gifts are finally handed out, matters
are not in the least resolved, as a good portion of those gifts will end up
being returned soon after. (The heaviest shopping day of the entire year is
December 26th) So just when we think our holiday shopping is finally
done, it's only just begun!
Then
there's the matter of re-gifting. That's the most bizarre ritual of all. This
refers to presents that don't come with any clue as to where they were
purchased. Even Sherlock Holmes would scratch his head in perplexity.
These are gifts that no one in their right
mind would want to keep: purple plaid socks, perfume that would make a skunk
turn up its tail in disgust. Well, you get the picture! So what does one do
with such odious presents? Naturally, we save them and give them to those who
have given us their re-gifts. You know you've gone full cycle when one of your re-gifts
is gifted back to you.
So how
do we avoid mall madness? More people than ever are turning to online shopping.
I would like to suggest that e-books are excellent gifts to give. You don’t
have to run around. You can make your selections in comfort. And you don’t have
to spend your life savings. There’s a perfect book for everyone, whether
nonfiction: perhaps a cookbook, a book on home repairs, or fiction such as
romance, mystery, or thriller. Naturally I’m going to recommend my newly
published prize-winning historical romance novel THE CHEVALIER available in all
e-book formats:
My
e-book of romantic short stories BEYOND THE BO TREE:
and
my co-authored family mystery novel THE THIRD EYE:
All
are e-books, inexpensively priced and easy to order.
And
for those who prefer paperback novels, I’d like to suggest my mysteries from
Harlequin Worldwide reprinted this year:
There
is a book for every taste available for ordering online. What are your feelings
regarding holiday shopping? Do you give books as gifts? Do you consider books
good gifts? Thoughts and comments most welcome! Let’s exchange opinions.




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