Guess where I found the Christmas spirit? At the MALL.

Christmas.
For the past few years, that word has always had a bad taste in my mouth because it seemed like the epitome of materialism. Altruism and kindness are intangible gifts, but one has to admit that money is essential just to let loved ones know that "you wish them happy holidays, hope the best for them, how they're doing, etc" via cards, chocolates, etc. [Side note--I thought everyone was incorporating and sticking to saying "Happy Holidays" because not everyone celebrates it, respectively but it makes me happy to hear people say "Merry Christmas" :)] Also, celebrating Christmas (or any holiday) has NEVER been an ideal situation--eff you "Brady Bunch," my Christmas was never like that! In addition with the many disagreements combined with chaos, my family's financial situation didn't make things easier. It seems simple--just don't give things, or just make things! 1. I don't have that time lol and 2. Do you really just give someone a simple present when someone has given you a nice ass gift i.e. kitchen cutlery or a computer? I was quite envious of people who got that lavish Christmas--stockings (wtf?? people actually get PRESENTS and STOCKINGS??), wish lists, ridiculously expensive gifts for those who fucking have everything, and so on.

To sum it up, my feelings toward Christmas were an amalgamation toward past experiences. I'm not completed rid of these "ill" feelings, but something actually broke into my hard shell. I was working the day before Christmas in the early afternoon, and it surprisingly was not busy (not only do hella busy days at work tire me out, but hella busy days due to crazy-ass-gift-needing ppl do too!). Of course, any customers that did come in were doing some hella last minute shopping. I know, that should piss me off according to my "belief" system, but what softened my heart so was how all the customers that asked for my help told me everything they wanted from this gift. For example, this one dad wanted to get his mom a bebe jacket, but "she loves black, simple things, but she likes a little bling." That was touching how he knew his mom like that. Then, this husband told me how he wanted to get his wife a nice bebe top that he thought she would wear to work, which would go well with how she moved (i think she was a hair stylist?). And on top of that, everyone was just wishing "happy holidays" to everyone else...

How interesting. I found a bit of Christmas spirit at the mall.