Today was the first I’ve been out among the Christmas shopping masses.
Perhaps one of you who reads this can tell me where I can shop to find the “people of good cheer.”
The people who were shopping where I was were rude, angry and hell-bent on getting what they wanted, regardless of who they had to step in front of or push out of the way. I can also tell you that any thought of “good will to all men” was not even a blip on their radar.
Children were running around shooting toy guns or wielding rubber swords that came within inches of doing whatever damage they can do, to my left ankle. When I politely told the children to “be careful,” their father told me to “shut the f**k up and get the f**k away from his damn kids.”
OK then, it is obvious that his fruit didn’t fall far from his tree – and I knew that any sort of intelligent conversation that didn’t include toy guns, rubber swords and vulgar swearing was completely out of the question – so I moved on.
The people who worked in the store appeared stressed, tired and wishing to slap some of the shoppers – and really – who could blame them. I mean – the man who decided he wanted the artificial tree that was on display on top of the shelves and just wanted a ladder so he could climb up there and take it – and was complaining in a loud, raucous manner because no one would get him a ladder - well – I wanted to slap him myself. I was sort of hoping the sword-swinging children would show up and go after his ankles, but alas they were nowhere to be found.
What I’m saying is this: This whole Christmas/holiday thing is out of control. Do we even know what it is we’re celebrating anymore? Do you know what it is you’re celebrating? Are you even celebrating?
Susan and I are celebrating us and love. Our 32 years together, our children and our grandchildren. We are celebrating our friends and neighbors who give us hope that love will always win in the end.
I have to believe that the love is there – somewhere amid the aisles of toys and swords and video games and iPads and iPhones. Somewhere amid the swearing and grabbing and pushing and shoving and sword play – I won’t believe there isn’t love.
For no matter what story you believe about Christmas, it’s all about love. And miracles and peace and joy and hope and forgiveness – for everyone.
SDGLN Contributor Barb Hamp Weicksel was born in 1952 in Pennsylvania and moved to California in the early 1980s, where she met her partner Susan. They've been together some 30 years and share the love of Susan's four children, nine grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. Her blog, Barb's Gift of Gab, can be found HERE.