The where and how of holiday shopping plagues many 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 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 a bestseller or something from an unknown author. There are a
multitude of useful nonfiction titles: perhaps a cookbook, a book on home
repairs, or history. Fiction provides many choices such as romance, mystery, or
thriller.
Naturally I’m going to recommend several of my own books that are current:
DARK MOON RISING,
adult paranormal romance from Luminosity, is available in All e-book formats
and print. Check out Five Star reviews on Amazon:
Also available from:
itunes:
B&N Online:
and
THE DEVIL AND DANNA WEBSTER, published by Clean Reads Press in both print
and all ebook formats, is not just for teens.
STACY’S SONG, also published by Clean Reads, is another
upbeat YA novel. It’s perfect for the holidays. It even ends at Christmas.
Check out the excellent editorial reviews at:
In the holiday spirit, I’m giving
away pdf copies of this novel to several readers. Leave an e-mail address with your comment to be in the random drawing.







