when is enough--enough?

What are we teaching our children when Thanksgiving Day has turned into nothing more than a cash cow holiday? "Hurry up, children, the Mall of America won't wait for us forever, ya know!"
No, this is just not right!
Do you need to slam down that dinner before you head out the door? Is that new version of Playstion so important that you skip dessert and the conversations that go with it? Think about it, we are so consumed now with our technical toys that we can all be sitting in the same room and not even speaking to one another, so focused are we on our next level of Candy Crush Saga!

To be out shopping means that another has given up their day to be working. It is a cycle that I see no way out of. The more shops that do it, the more folks that have to work it. Can't we go back to the days of having extended families come over to our homes, of having to dress up and tolerate Auntie Sue's Jell-O salad, just because...well, she's Aunt Sue? Why do we have to give up the evening football game while the cousins play Monoploy or Scrabble in the living room, just to seek out the Blue Light Special? Whatever happened to Charades? Is the crazy uncle now hidden away for good, never to come out for just ONE dinner...all because the Almighty Dollar beckons us?

Oh, hail, the Almighty Dollar...our KING!

Baloney!

I am boycotting this shopping stuff. I will enjoy my family--those of us who don't have to work...and we will make memories.
You are welcome to stop by and feast with us. I will be the one holding the door open for you!