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Well, Thanksgiving has come and gone. Can Christmas be far behind?
Now that the turkey is soup or a discarded carcass, the good dishes washed and put away, the pilgrim salt and pepper shakers stashed for another year, what’s next? Oh yes, the mad dash to the mall for the beginning of shopping season.
One can only marvel that with times being what they are, and gas and heating oil costing what they do, that anyone but the very well healed will be able to afford presents.
I can tell you that certain people are experiencing no problems keeping warm or getting to and fro anywhere. Right now, on my table there are ten catalogues I received in the mail, just last week.
The great laugh I have is how on earth I managed to get on their mailing lists. These are shops offering diamonds and pearls and all sorts of goods of comparable value. Where do they expect me to wear a $50,000 tiara – to a Target or Wal-Mart?
I’m really happy that I feel no regret that I can’t afford their offerings. I wouldn’t buy them if I could. If I had the kind of money their clients obviously have, I would be sending huge checks to the various charities to whom I can only afford to send ten dollars at a time.
You can only enjoy catalogue browsing if you’re not the jealous type. I’ve always been a happy window shopper, starting with my earliest days when Mama and I would browse along Madison and Fifth Avenues in New York. She shared my enthusiasm for looking at beautiful things without ever wishing for anything. The windows, especially at Christmas, were a wonderland. Their windows covered two blocks and at Christmas you walked from first to last. There was always a theme or a favorite story, brought to life. Everything was animated. All the little people, animals and transports moved. It was magical, and, I guarantee, even in this age of computer enhancements, it would delight everyone.
Macy’s, of course, was considered the place where the real Santa Claus hung out. All the others were merely his helpers dressed up like him to cover all the visits from kids. The real Santa had arrived at the end of the big Macy parade, which my brother and I attended every year. Somehow my mother managed to get us there and handle a big Thanksgiving dinner. My own kids were able to watch every year on TV and I wouldn’t miss it. For years I have watched the parade all by myself. For one thing, the modern parades have included numbers from musicals currently on Broadway. Musicals are one of the loves of my life. The balloons are always great, and the bands are delightful – all those amazing high school musicians so proud to be there. The Rockettes are still a treat and I still get a lump in my throat when the beautiful Santa Claus makes his appearance. There are many childhood memories which can never be totally repressed. Fortunately, mine are all happy and good.
So, I’ve watched another Macy Parade, eaten another Thanksgiving dinner with people I love, and look forward to next month. It’s nice to be so blessed, tiara or not.
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