Just before Thanksgiving a conversation ensued between co-workers who have worked retail for years. They informed me I would end up hating Christmastime after my first year in retail, and that it would take my love of the season and smash it into pieces. I am happy to report, despite only a couple of rude men, I really loved this side of Christmas. The Grinch did not get me…until…last Thursday….
I went to the mall early to do some shopping before work. Rushing into Sur la Table to pick up a gift, I confess my mindset was on all I needed to accomplish in a few days. After a purchase, I must have left my wallet at the cash register desk…because it ended up in nefarious hands. While I went next door to work for five hours, the criminals went shopping with my cards. I lost a beautiful wallet my husband gifted to me last year…gift cards…cash…my driver’s license… hard earned income…and peace of mind. Of course, this has been a pain to navigate as some of you know. In the words about the Grinch, it stink, stank, stunk.
We live during a time when there is so much we are not sure of…I am not sure what these people will attempt to do with my license…I am not sure of safety…I am not sure that the lazy and evil will not try to take advantage of all I have worked hard to obtain…BUT, I am sure…
of the reason for the season…that on Christmas morning my adult children will be as excited about their stockings as they were at age five.. we will laugh and enjoy as we slowly unwrap each package one at a time… the carols will be playing in the background…my stomach will ache as I miss family members a world away…
We will gather around the table yet again and partake of rich, delicious food which will be worked off the following week in a gym.
The Whos down in Whoville will love, hold hands, and sing again…. Fahoo Fores Dahoo Dores
THE GRINCH tried and failed….He cannot have my joy.