I mean, seriously? When it comes to ushering in the Yuletide, the annual smackdown at the mall is a poor substitue for those angels we have heard on high.
It was bad enough when the season began on November 1st, when the pumpkins and ghosts were whisked off drugstore shelves to be replaced by Santas and snowmen. Then the fact that the Friday after Thanksgiving was (cue the echo chamber) The Biggest Shopping Day of the Year sort of morphed into its own holiday.
How long before we get Black Friday songs and TV specials?
(Note: that's a rhetorical question. If you know of any such crimes against humanity, please don't tell me.)
In recent years, the race to the line at the mall keeps starting earlier and earlier, from 8 am on the Friday after Thanksgiving, to dawn, to 8 pm on Thanksgiving night itself. (Hey, nothing aids digestion better than a donnybrook at the electronics store an hour after dinner.)
Now, stores barely close for Thanksgiving at all. It's business as usual from about noon on, as retailers give thanks for your money.
Disembark from the Lemming Express! |
Here's what I suggest:
Plan your baking. If, like me, your favorite food groups include sugar, carbs, and butter, there are probably Christmas cookies in your future.
This is a perfect chance to cull your favorite recipes, or even whip up a pound or two of dough to bake later.
Move! Treat yourself to a hike, a run, a bike ride, or an hour of yoga. Physical stimulation without the stress of shopping! Get those endorphins up and running — you're going to need them as the season unfurls.
Don't you have better ways to spend your time? |
Advocate. Bypass the mall and donate your time to a cause or a group you believe in — the environment, animal rescue, a food bank, the arts.
You may not come home with a flat-screen TV at an insane discount, but you'll feel better. Trust me.
And finally, whatever you do this Friday, DO NOT BUY YOUR CHRISTMAS TREE!
It's still another month to Christmas, and by then it'll be as dead as Marley's Ghost.
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