Yesterday afternoon Dean and I finally had some quiet time. The previous three days had been hectic with three Thanksgivings and me cleaning my house like a madwoman. (I even cleaned the refrigerator and I mean I took everything out and then removed the shelves and cleaned the entire thing. It looks beautiful.) At Thanksgiving, our family members had finally gotten around to giving us their Christmas lists and I was eager to see how much of it I could obtain online.
Half an hour later I hit confirm order in amazon.com. My Christmas shopping is now complete. I mean it, aside from going and buying some wrapping paper, I'm done. It was a fantastic feeling. I hate going out in the crowds of holiday shoppers and trudging around the stores looking for the items on so-and-so's list. It sucks. The sheer genius of shopping online (free shipping) and doing it all in half an hour from the comfort of my home while wearing pajamas was magnificent.
As I excitedly relayed this fact to one of my coworkers this morning she got a strange look on her face and said "I don't know. That just seems lazy. Isn't the point of Christmas shopping to go out and take great care when selecting your items?" After thinking the stress of the drive to work on sheets of ice had gotten to her and grudgingly admitting she most likely wasn't crazy, I took a moment or two to think about her statement.
Here's my response:
No, it's not lazy, it's practical. Perhaps, to you, Christmas is about shopping. To me, however, Christmas is about getting together with your family and enjoying the feelings of unity the season promotes. Going shopping in throngs of irritable and rude people does not promote feelings of unity in me. In fact, it promotes murderous rages in me which is not Christmassy at all. So you go shopping. I'm done. It took me half an hour. When you're struggling to find the last items on your list on December 22nd, I'll wave. Bitch.
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