What happened to Christmas fun.

Wow! have you been shopping lately?, yes you must have done with Christmas so close. It is manic two or three people waiting for one parking place and thats if your lucky, some times there is more than that waiting for the same parking spot you have your eye on. You have drove around and there is nothing so you wait and wait and wait, some one slips into your spot the only one available and next thing you see a flare up between two people that is getting too hot for your liking so you drive of thinking sod it some one is going to get hurt as the driver who as just pushed in revs his engine and a woman screams abuse at him. Then to top it all before you can get out of there you see an elderly woman step out in front of a van, you stop you are so shocked at what you saw, you feel numb, the chap in the van looks stunned as an ambulance races toward them with flashing lights. The woman is pulled from under the front of the van paramedics are working on her but there seems no sign of life, a wave of depression hangs over you and all the shoppers who stand looking horrified. The woman had died of a heart attack and i could only feel for the van driver who was probably going to feel bad about it all over Christmas even though it wasn’t his fault. IGive up and shop online.

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6 thoughts on “What happened to Christmas fun.

  1. And I remember an orange and some socks!! Then finally came the day I received a doll and some clothes for her that my Mom made by hand…thought I’d surely gone to heaven. Seems we’ve lost sight of what the Season is all about…sad!

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