Alan Choate's Black Friday shopping column cracked me up. Been there, done that many times. One year, a bout of heart arrhythmia while battling for Barbies at, yes, Toys R Us, sent me to the ER. That was the year I decided Black Friday could resume without me.
But Alan obviously is unaware, there is one Christmas connected shopping day that is even worse - the after-Christmas ornament sales at upper class stores such as Dillards, my personal favorite.
The doors traditionally open at 6 a.m., the parking lot is filled by 4:30. As daybreak hits, a mad rush is seen heading for the glass double doors. Listening in the cold early morning air, you could feel and hear that the shoppers were restless, like cattle waiting to get out of a pen.
These shoppers are older women who decorate, a much more menacing crowd then younger people looking for toy sales and electronic gadgets. These older women will go into physical combat to get a $500 flocked pink Christmas tree, lights attached, 75 percent off to put in the garage until next Christmas.
Hand blown glass ornaments, porcelain Santas and cookie jars made in Italy are always big.
And of course, the beautiful leftover manger scenes, the real reason for the season.
One year, while purchasing two, another one for me (I already had four but these were a great buy) and one for my daughter, I thought I saw a big tear in the eye of baby Jesus in the display staring up at us.
It hit me, there really is a reason we have a forgiving God. Otherwise, we would never make it.