I was pretty upset for a few days after a frustrating incident at a local super store. While I first typed up a more harsh post-holiday blog on the subject, my temper soon calmed and decided it would be more enjoyable for me to write-and for you to read-if I went in another direction. So I hope you enjoy my parody on Clement Clarke Moore's famous Christmas poem as told through my experience this past weekend.
'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the town people were shopping and bopping around. The shoppers were strung by their very last hair in hopes that sale items would still be there.
The children were out enjoying their sleds while visions of snow days danced in their heads. and mammas in their worry and dads in their haste looked for receipts and some gifts not defaced.
When out in the stores there arose such a ruckus with endless lines of people amongst us. Away from the counter I stood in that line hoping the clerk would assist me just fine.
The mood in the store on this most frantic of days made everyone quite aware that there would be delays. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear but a space opened wide, I was almost in the clear!
With a bitter old worker, so snively and slick I knew in a moment this would not be so quick. More rapid than blue eagles the clerk wrote me off telling me, "Your gift is no good here!" with a scoff.
Now hold it, now wait up! How now? What the dickens?! Did she really just say, "There's no way, there's no fixin'"? To the top of my lungs I wish I could have shouted, "There's no way this is true-you madam are outed!"
Alas I was gutless and gathered my nixed gift and continued to shop to give my spirits a lift. So up to the sale center I combed through the things and picked up some wrappings and boxes and strings.
And then in a twinkling I stocked up my cart and strolled to the check-out at the super-mart. But again I was met with frustrations galore as the clerk told me some things were on sale no more.
"But it says 'half-off Christmas!'" as I pouted my lip. "Not for these few things," she replied with a quip. So I kindly asked for her to put my items away for I had my fill of such lies for one day.
I came out of the store, not quite empty-handed as I still had this lousy gift that had been reprimanded. I drove away home wondering how that store could survive with such poor service, treating us like we were five.
But it's understandably true that we all need a deal to provide for our families, to provide a good meal. But should necessity come at such a high cost to feel as if all pride in one's work is lost?
We should be grateful for what we have, and what's more we should cherish our blessings that don't come from a store. So I'll take my unwanted gift and give it away for someone else might like it, somewhere, some day.
I'll speak not a word more of the poor day that I had and chat about things that make me quite glad. Because being a grouch only makes you a grinch and although I like green, I'd look sick inch to inch.
I hope that this tale leaves you with things for thought and you'll see that Christmas is so much more than what you bought. We all have bad days-just get them from our sight Happy Christmas to all, now go hug someone tight!