Christmas Shopping by Twilight

After several excruciating hours navigating the mass mileage of the Mall of America, I lug my Christmas bags home, plop down in a chair, and realize with sadness: I don’t know how to do it right anymore. Christmas shopping, that is. I have an indescribable urge to wail for my mother.

Not that the shopping was that good in the small Missouri town where I grew up. In fact, if an alien spaceship took me up into the skies, transporting my molecules (in a friendly manner) from here in Minnesota to there, I probably would find myself on foreign ground. I understand most of the people in my hometown don’t shop there anymore; they do not search the quiet stores downtown in the twilight. They drive to Walmart out by the interstate or trek thirty miles down the road to one of the bigger burgs on the Mississippi River, a place powdered with shopping malls and discount houses. From the portals of a spaceship, I bet it looks just like every other town in America.

When I was young and without wheels, a driver’s license, or a credit card, I knew how to shop. I would choose a December afternoon, inform my mother I was walking downtown after school, and stuff in my pocket $1.69 for each member of my family. The amount never left my head as I circled the courthouse square, studying the windows of the hardware store, the jeweler, the dime store, the drug store, and the department store. Would my mother like that beautiful little bejeweled box? Does my father need a new screwdriver? And of lesser concern: what would bring my little sisters happiness?

Those afternoons of Yuletide bliss were moments of glorious freedom and joy, the kind that wells up in your heart and sends it tripping with happiness. Although I am sure the town square was busier than usual due to the season, I do not recall crowds, being shoved or pushed. I do not remember lines at the cash register or drivers snarling over parking spaces.

I had time to mull, to ponder, to weigh each of my purchases. I wasn’t obsessed with “the getting,” more than “the thing that was got.” Every gift was given quite serious, but not necessarily lengthy, thought. And I knew it was right when it bypassed my head and rammed straight into my heart. I knew, then, it would be just the right gift to be found under the tree on Christmas morning. For perfect presents have that quality of rightness, that specialness; they seem to conjure up Christmas morning feelings long after the day is done and the tree has been taken down.

Perhaps that is why it has been so long since I have enjoyed Christmas shopping. I have missed that feeling of rightness. My shopping list seems filled with brand names learned on Saturday morning television or Pinterest boards. I no longer shop on pure impulse, fueled by happiness and expectation. I have lost that lightness of step; now I am weighed down with the wants and desires of others (not that I have such a needy bunch but I do want to give them something they will like). Christmas shopping has become not something I want to do, but something I must get done.

When I was young and without worries, schedules, and parking problems, I knew how to shop. I would wander in and out of the  stores while the day darkened and the evening began to glisten with Christmas decorations and automobile lights. Some Christmases I would step out of a store just as it began to snow on shoppers and people going home. I would meet my mother at the corner of the dime store; she would pull up in the car and I would bundle in with bags and packages. And I always was amazed that she was never curious about the packages, never wanted to know which one of them was for her.

I used to think, riding home, that she didn’t want to spoil the surprise, and that may have been some of it. But, I think now, it was more likely that she had her mind on other things—shopping lists and parking spaces and schedules.


How is your shopping experience going this year? Leave a comment and share it with us.

For a short story in the tradition of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, check out “Christmas Unplugged.” And have a happy and well-lit holiday.

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Christmas Shopping by Twilight — 8 Comments

  1. Sherry, this made me recall my first experience Christmas shopping the year my Mother died. It was just before she died, but she was very ill. I was blissfully unaware of how sick she was. My father took me to the Daytons store in downtown Minneapolis. I did not have a list nor had anyone told me what they wanted. I was not rushed. It was the most delightful time choosing a gift for those I loved and being convinced that I and only I had found just what they wanted! If only I had the confidence to shop like that again.

    • That is so true, how we lose confidence in our Christmas shopping skills and also lose that carefree feeling. I know now I’m worried about whether it will fit and will they like it. My 3.5-year-old granddaughter went to the dollar store to shop for the first time. Each of her gifts were perfect and showed her thought processes. It was delightful. Since I like to bake, she got me a pack of cupcake paper holders. Since her aunt likes to give gifts, she bought her a roll of wrapping paper. My husband got his favorite black licorice. She was so proud of those gifts and just knew we would like them. And we did.

  2. Hello Sherry

    Liked the idea of $1.69 presents. My son and his mates have a Christmas tradition of all going to the £ store and buying each other’s presents there. They get more fun out of doing than buying more expensive ones.

    • That sounds fantastic. I miss those days of simple pleasures. Even as I am writing this, I have realized there is one more gift I need to run to the store for. See I used the word “run” as in making it work instead of “happily taking a shopping stroll.” Arghh.

  3. What a wonderful post, Sherry. We are all in such a hurry now, checking things off the list. You’re so right that shopping by heart, rather than by checklist, is so much more rewarding!

    My best,

    • Thanks, Terri. It seems the older my kids get the more frightened I am that I will make a gift-giving blunder, like buying the dress no one would be caught dead in. Sigh. It was much easier when all I had to do was snag a box of Legos.

  4. What a lovely story. I felt transported myself back to the town outside of Pittsburgh where I grew up. I would save the money I earned from working at the local library and go on similar shopping trips. Happy memories.

    • Thanks, Michele. It all makes me wonder what Christmas shopping tales my kids will have from the Mall of America. Not as warm and fuzzy, I am sure.

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