Holidays=Shopping

I risked my life to get a great sale on long sleeves this Friday morning. And today I'm going shopping again with my best friend, Franny. (Remember her? Franny's the one that ditched me to go to a different high school. So far the "Stay Best Friends with Franny" plan is working!) And I love shopping for other people, (and long sleeved t-shirts) but shopping seems to be the only thing holidays mean to people now. The only reason people come home for the holidays at all is to hope for a better deal on whatever-it-is-they-want. Shoppers aren't even NICE anymore.

I remember when I was little and everyone was saying "Merry Christmas!" or "Happy holidays!" to random people in random stores. Now, its like: "*beep* mother *beep*! You can't have that *beeep* shirt! It's the *beep* last one! It's mine! I *beep* saw it *beep* first! It'd look like *beep* on you anyways! *beep*!"

Yeah. Happy holidays to you too. But you know, if they want to act like that, let them. The rest of us we'll just keep dancing around in the halls singing along to Christmas carols.

Because you know what they say:

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear."