{Mom and Dad on an escalator, September 2002}When I was growing up, my parents didn’t like paying full price for Christmas presents when they had five kids to provide for. So us kids learned early on that if we really wanted something, we’d have to wait until after Christmas, when everything would be marked down. Of course, the wished-for Benetton sweater would somehow turn into an acrylic sweater vest from Sears, but their hearts were in the right place.

Still, part of me still wishes we could have had a Christmas morning spent opening actual presents instead of clipping coupons and circling the things we wanted in the store circulars. Now my parents, still tight with a buck, can rely on for holiday shopping deals that shouldn’t break the bank, and will make for a happy present-laden time underneath their plastic Christmas tree. Now all I need to do is get them to line up at their local Best Buy before dawn on a holiday weekend to get me a wireless router, which should be a piece of cake . . .


~ by Jasmine on November 11, 2004.

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