I am not a shopper. In case you have never gotten that message, I am stating it loud and clear now. But once a year I do enjoy a Christmas shopping trip with Allen and the kids. I love the decorations and the music. And everyone seems to be in a much better mood than the rest of the year. This trip is usually limited to Target where everyone can find just about everything on their list. The fact is, we mostly do all our shopping on line, so Christmas shopping is more about the aesthetics of the event. And lunch. Pa insists that no outing to church or otherwise is complete unless you eat lunch.
Yeah, the Chick-fil-A cow. Go figure!
And this one.
"Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall. We traditionally do this in my family by driving around the parking lot until we see a shopper emerge from the mall, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space." - Dave Barry, humor columnist