I’m the first to admit that I like shopping. Malls are happy places for me, places where a person can be waited on in a clean environment where someone else polished the glass on the showcases. Looking for sales is a particular skill I’ve worked to develop over the years. While shopping is fun, saving money is even better.
I also truly love writing for Harlequin’s Heartwarming line. My fellow authors and I compose stories about tender love, family values, and coming together with hope for the future.
So, why am I so upset about Thanksgiving this year?
Basically Black Friday is ruining the holiday for me. I never was a Black Friday shopper, but I actually admired those who were. But now Black Friday is threatening to take over what I cherish about the holiday. Many stores are open all day on Thursday. Many are opening before dark on Thursday evening and remaining open all night. Many are asking their employees to come in at 5 AM Friday to handle the customers.
Isn’t it possible that we are forgetting what this truly original and universal American holiday is all about? Aren’t we supposed to remember why we join around the table in the spirit of peace and harmony and good will (and yes, good food). Our ancestors have been recognizing the value of these few hours on a Thursday in November for many years. I think we should honor their memories and, for one day, put the shopping on the back burner, the turkey in the oven, and allow all American families to gather together and say thanks.