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  • Sandy Turner: Pitching my reserve of Christmas cards

  • Society must have won and pulled me into the “holiday happy land” they want us to experience during this time of year. Going through previously purchased Christmas cards, it was obvious I must have forgotten the reason for the season.

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  • Society must have won and pulled me into the “holiday happy land” they want us to experience during this time of year. Going through previously purchased Christmas cards, it was obvious I must have forgotten the reason for the season.
    Happy Holidays just isn’t going to get it, in my book, and His too. What would Jesus say if he knew we were celebrating his birth by ignoring the Christ in Christmas? I’m pitching my cards that are generically, politically correct and going for the real thing. If I can’t express my faith in a Christmas card, I’m worse off than I thought.
    I have fallen away from my church family and I miss it even more this time of year. Even though I’m not stuck on believing you have to go to church to get to heaven, it definitely helps to keep focused, not only during this busy time of year but as a constant reminder that doing the right thing, even though it may not be comfortable or easy, should be the foundation for our crazy lives. I’ve no excuse for not going to church, so I won’t even attempt to smooth it over with reasons such as not enough time or simply being lazy. All I can hope for, when judgment day comes, is that He knows how I feel and I’ve done enough right things to make up for all the wrongs.
    When I agreed to go shopping with the girls, after eating a large Thanksgiving dinner, I knew what I was getting myself into, but we all have matching red and green T-shirts, with Black Friday Bandits printed across them, so what was I to do? From 8 p.m. until 5 a.m. on Friday we shopped and then I dropped. It was madness, and if I hadn’t been delirious from lack of sleep, I could have slipped into the role of being the Grinch very easily.
    We’d been shopping at a large, chain, discount type of store for at least two hours. Six of us, all with carts full of what we considered deals of the century, stood in line to check out. It was around 2 a.m., which apparently was the time for the store to purge all their data. I’m guessing the person who  flipped the switch, not realizing it was black Friday and the registers were in use, will be receiving black coal in his stocking this year.
    Announcements were made over the loud speaker that only cash would be accepted and since we live in a society where plastic is king, most people abandoned their carts, after spewing hateful gestures and words at the cashiers, who I’m sure were just as upset about the situation as their customers.
    Page 2 of 2 - Since we stood in line for so long I had even resorted to trying to get the mob of angry and tired shoppers to sing a round of jingle bells. No such luck. I wanted to remind them that buying the perfect gift isn’t what Christmas is all about.
    I gave up on being merry and made a mad dash to the ATM to get cash. Apparently, in my eagerness for everyone to settle down and enjoy the season, I forgot to remind myself, as I turned into a black Friday bandit.
    I’m not going to wish anyone a happy holiday this year; they’re going to have to accept my Merry Christmas.
     

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