Thanksgiving was 3 days ago. For us, it was a truly wonderful day. I got so caught up in visiting with family, I forgot to get any pictures. I don’t really think y’all would want to see my two plates of food prior to my devouring them, though. Or after. That would be gross on my part. Obviously that weight-loss plan is coming along REAL well. Not.
We went to my Grandma’s house. This was our first holiday without my Grandpa, and the house felt kind of empty. I still loved being over there and enjoying all the wonderful food she made. Seriously, that was the best meal I had had in a WHILE. . . and that’s not speaking very highly of myself.
(This was not from my camera. At all. This is from Microsoft Word’s clip art.)
That evening we were getting ready to head home, and realized we needed a few things from the store. We stopped by Walmart. I was shocked to see absolutely no parking places. Not only were there no parking places, but the entire store was completely packed! I had to weave my way through there, all ninja-esque, to get to the cream and the cat litter! I completely forgot the caramel sauce, but we just won’t go there. We are not here to discuss my many short comings.
I remember a time when, here in small town America, there was not a single store open on a holiday such as Thanksgiving (or Christmas, or Easter). If you forgot to get something for your all important dinner, you were out of luck! If you forgot to get gas, you had better hope you are able to make it to the gas station the day after said holiday, because you couldn’t get gas on a holiday (unless you had a credit card).
Instead, on a day when we are supposed to be giving thanks for what we have, and spending time with our friends and family, we are, instead, shopping for items we could otherwise live without for a day. And on that day that we are supposed to be thankful, we are doing horrible things to get what we want. There are numerous accounts of people fighting for various items. . . TVs, toasters, towels, tablets, etc. There were people shooting and stabbing people to get what they wanted.
One woman stabbed 3 people for an X-Box for her son, later stating, “Of course I’d do it all over again. My [son] is going to have an X-Box for Christmas this year. . . Shopping isn’t a hobby for me, it’s a war. . .”
Really, people? Are you so desperate for a “good deal” that you are willing to harm your fellow man for what is available?! I could take this post in so many directions, but instead of doing that, I am going to close with a few select words:
These prized possessions don’t go to the grave with you. Sure they are fun to play with for a while, but they are NOT the substance of life. If you are willing to leave the company of your friends and family to go fighting/killing for material possessions, something in your heart needs to be examined.