The Perfect Song Blog

It’s December 6 and I haven’t gone Christmas shopping.

I’ll qualify that.  I’ve bought two things for Leigh online.

Other than that it’s a blank slate, an empty stocking.

We have presents to buy for brothers, nephews, nieces, parents, friends, and kids  we don’t know.

I did stop at our local mall last Saturday, which I love to do around Christmas if I don’t have to buy anything.  I love to just walk or sit and watch people who form a huge beast that takes on a life of its own as it moves upward toward Sears, shrinking by a molecule as some shoppers drop off into GNC or Kaufmann’s, growing almost immediately as it snakes around and heads downward and other people come out of Radio Shack, Burlington Coat Factory and J.C. Penney.

Take a microscope and study the huge entity and you see girls on cell phones giggling with another girlfriend about some silly thing they’ve seen.  Mothers are on cell phones checking in with the babysitter.  Men are on their phones, checking with the wife on what her size is (again) and what the difference is between wheat and beige.  (This one has always stumped me, too).

I’ve used the cell hotline myself. How did we shop before cells?

I become part of the huge entity, joining the body that’s moving south, past FYE and Victoria’s Secret sneaking a long look at the mannequins and wondering what woman in her right mind would wear these bikini briefs.  That thought is immediately replaced by the realization that there are very few women who even should wear them.

Down past two more stores. I break off the body and head into Starbucks.  I buy a coffee, sit at the counter and watch the people continue to pass.

I’ll try Christmas shopping again.

Soon.

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