My mother-in-law just used to love this time of year. Not
the whole Christmas season, although she probably did that too, but just a few
days before Christmas. She loved getting into the malls and rubbing shoulders
with everyone and their grandmothers, searching for that last minute gift. I don’t
think that she had any more shopping to do, but just being amongst all of that
shopping energy is something she couldn’t get enough of.
Thankfully that genetic trait must jump a generation or two,
because neither Louise nor any of the kids seem to want to dive into the deep
end of shopping. It is entirely possible that one of the grandkids will have
this affliction, but that won’t be my problem.
We did go into Superstore today around noon , but we had a good reason. Maegan wanted to pick
something up and we needed some vegetables in order to counteract the handfuls
of cookies and candy I have been shovelling into my mouth. My theory is that
for every gram of greens eaten, it will negate a pound or two of sugar and fat.
I’m quite sure that someone somewhere has a study to prove that to be true. It
is the season to believe, and that is something I choose to believe.
I was busy holding the basket while Louise was rifling
through the Mandarin oranges. There was a produce employee taking the green
tissue paper from off of each orange and having trouble keeping up with the
people emptying the bin as fast as he filled it. Louise told him that his
mother probably spend the better part of his childhood giving him shit for
playing with his food, and here he is playing with food for a living. They both
laughed, Louise wished him a Merry Christmas and we went on our way.
I looked at Louise and said that was pretty funny. She said
that moms do scold their kids not to play with food. I agreed, but said that
wasn’t what was really funny. What I thought was pretty funny is that Louise
wished a Merry Christmas to a guy with a nametag that read “JESUS”. Pretty
fitting really.
Who knew that Jesus worked at the Superstore? God does work
in mysterious ways.
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