|Interactive exhibit on money at the Delaware Children’s Museum.|
You can start calling me Ebenezer anytime now. Really, I won’t mind.
Despite coming from a long line of shopaholics, I proudly embrace my inner Scrooge and dislike of all things holiday spending related.
There’s no other reason to explain my absolute revulsion this morning upon reading in my morning paper that Sears stores will be open for the first time on Thanksgiving.
You can sound the death knell anytime now, people, because this officially marks the end of Thanksgiving as The Holiday Untouched by Commercialism.
Some may say that this has already happened, when stores started opening at 3 a.m. on Black Friday.
Or when parents whose hours were cut at work decide to raid their retirement funds to buy Christmas presents for their 20 year old CHILDREN.
(Emphasis on the children is mine.)
Or when seasonal Walmart workers started losing their lives because of a 5 a.m. stampede for the latest musthaveit.
(I’d love to see a news outlet do a follow up story on the family that used their retirement funds to buy gifts and to see how much use those kids are getting out of said gifts a year later. Similarly, I’d like to see the same about the folks who needed whatever item was worth Jdimytai Damour being killed.)
This just makes me sad on so many levels. What about the workers at Sears (and every other store that will follow suit and open on Thanksgiving) who are now going to be denied Thanksgiving with their families because they need to stand at a cash register, taking money for gifts people don’t want and don’t need?
What about the customers who will choose running out to the store on Thanksgiving instead of spending that time with their family?
(And I’m not discounting the need to do so, believe me. There have been plenty of holiday dinners where I have felt compelled to bolt for the door as soon as humanely possible and would have welcomed the chance to stroll around Sears or any other establishment that was open.)
That was back in the day when I didn’t appreciate that some Thanksgivings would be the last we would see of certain people.
Still. We haven’t learned. And we never will.
The fact that cash is king and always was and will be, now and forevermore, amen, is the sad reality show of our recessionary times.
I said it before and I’ll say it again: it’s not whomever dies with the most toys wins.
It’s that the toys themselves will be the death of us.
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