I had to go to the shops today. I don’t like going to the shops. Too many people at the shops, especially at this time of the year.
I prefer internet shopping. Internet shopping is quiet and peaceful and then a nice post person brings it to your door, so civilised.
But alas there are somethings that you cannot get on the internet. I did try but when I searched “a big bag of tatty crap suitable for 10-year-old girl stocking fillers” – nothing came up. That meant it was off to “Poundland” (cheap shop with things for sale for £1.00) for me. AND I was informed yesterday by said 10-year-old, that there will be 2 x new stockings hanging up this year – one for the dog and one for the hamster – Sigh.
Anyway people, I am warning you, if you haven’t already braved it – it’s a WARZONE out there. Screaming babies, toddlers running wildly yelling “But I WANT it!!!” and so many, many, many people. Chaos people, its chaos!
As I was walking around laden with all my bags, I kept seeing these other mountain like mounds of shopping bags, moving from shop to shop. If you look closely at these mounds you can see the strained and panicked eyes of someone who is in charge of “Doing” Christmas. The one person in the house that has to “Deck the Halls” – which means clean, decorate, shop, wrap, post, shop, prepare, cook and then clean again.
Then I saw the other type of person walking around the shopping centre. These people usually have one little bag, maybe also a roll of wrapping paper. Even possibly, they may have a nice warming cup of coffee and a lovely sandwich. But more noticeable is their smug and satisfied look. That’s it they have finished their Christmas shopping, all done, nothing more to do – the kids will wrap it. See that wasn’t hard!!
These people are the other people that live in a house with those mounds of shopping bag people. They are the ones that say “So what did WE buy such and such…”, “Did WE send a card to my cousin’s daughter’s boyfriend’s mother?” and “Are WE cooking parsnips for Christmas lunch?”
These people have 1 job. To buy the shopping bag mound person a present. 1 job and 1 job only.
And boy oh boy, they better put a bit more effort than last year, which was a last-minute dash around the supermarket on Christmas Eve. A little bit of thought, love and appreciation is required.
Or this moving mountain of shopping bags person is going to cancel Christmas next year. Bah Humbug!