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Crazy shoppers are among us and you never know who they are until you are in the middle of a “sale” aisle. Suddenly the gentle grandmas become commando like in their desire to get the best deal. Those sweet talking soccer moms start throwing elbows and hunkering down to get through the people traffic.
Shopping has never been my favorite thing to do but it is quite interesting for the writer in me just to observe behavior. I find myself wondering where they come from and what their home life is like? Do their kids have it all and this is just more spoilage or is there real desire to get something they can afford, perhaps that sole present a child is to get?
The frantic news on every night is full of panic but I have to keep asking what is the panic about especially during the holidays? Okay so maybe little Johnny won’t get as many presents this year but is he being fed? Does he have heat? A warm bed? Clean Clothes? My heart breaks for those kids who don’t know about having too much. They are oblivious to the fact that $150 for a pair of jeans or shoes is excessive. Imagine our fault for not teaching them what it means to give to those who have no shoes at all. Raising a generation of spoiled brats is not on the kids, it’s on us. When did we stop teaching values to be more than the stuff we have?