Every year, the Black family does pretty much the same thing. The safe thing.
We stay home.
One year, my hubby and I were hungry for a snack at midnight on Friday after Thanksgiving, so we headed to our local Walmart at which anyone at anytime can normally frequent and get in and out in a few minutes. We’d forgotten the dreaded Black Friday was upon us. The whole place was lined with cars from the handicapped spaces to the green grass bordering the parking lot. Cars were even perched on the curb in the green grass skirting the store. We parked in the neighboring gas station, not to be swayed from our craving of chocolate and pizza.
Once inside, humans had been reduced to zoo animals picking through racks, tossing merchandise on the floors, and lining roped off areas holding tickets hoping for the best deals of the season. I’d never witnessed such behavior. People fought over toasters priced at $2.67. Really? Who wants a toaster that much?
Obviously these people. We shoved through the crowds, found the chocolate ice cream, pizza bites and soda and zig-zagged back to the front. On the way, we heard of people finding deals all over the store. Still yet, deals that didn’t sound like that big of a “deal” to me.
Christmas is about a gift.
A gift God gave us.
A gift that was a big deal.
When the holiday is reduced to fighting over a piece of merchandise like a piece of meat in a barren desert, it loses meaning. Remember to spend time with your family. Rest knowing the gift you gave wasn’t the one you got at the best deal but the one you put thought and time into– not a brawl.
Black Friday isn’t sinful; don’t get me wrong. There are deals to be found. Just don’t lose yourself over a cheap toaster.