What I found was both shocking and absurd. Neither did it encourage or hearten my faith in mankind. (well not ALL of mankind, I'm not a misanthrope. But, definitely ashamed of some people)
Most of you, probably are more well read in the news than I, so this might be old news to you...
nevertheless, I can't help but comment on what I found.
I'll just post the link and you can read the article yourself.
Let's start with the shocking.
The NY Times Headline read:
Wal-Mart Employee Trampled to Death
Unbelievable, I know. But it happened. It is indeed a dark day, when human beings refuse to have any sympathy or compassion for another human being. It gives Black Friday a sad new meaning.
This next one is so ridiculous, it's almost funny.
Mothers Cut Personal Shopping to Buy Children's Gifts
Okay, well the Headline isn't as ridiculous, as is the article itself.
You're better off reading only the first 6-7 paragraphs. It turns into a rather unimportant analysis on retail and women consumers.
I'll quote some of the article, to give you an idea...
"Come Christmas, McKenna Hunt, a gregarious little girl from Safety Harbor, Fla., will receive the play kitchen and the Elmo doll she wants. But her mother, Kristen Hunt, will go without the designer jeans she covets this season."
Ms Hunt is quoted saying:
“I want her to be able to look back,” Ms. Hunt declared, “and say, ‘Even though they were tough times, my mom was still able to give me stuff.’ ”
-NYTimes, November 25, 2008. By Stephanie Rosenbloom

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????
STUFF??!!
You know what I remember from my childhood Christmases?
Well I won't lie...I do remember some awesome dress ups my sister gave/made me, and a rockin' barbie doll house my brother crafted himself.
But some of my BEST memories, are of spending time with my family. Whether it's making Divinity (a yummy type of candy...I will totally share the recipe if you want), doing the live Nativity with all the grandkids, or dressing up in purple and buying a purple tree, all for the purpose of freaking out my older brother.
I also distinctly remember my mom lecturing me, when I stupidly whined about the number of Christmas presents I received. I will NEVER forget that.
I hate to be a Donny Downer. I just found this week's news especially disheartening.
But all in all, I have hope for the holiday season that there will be those who will practice good will towards men. And that the message of hope and peace, of which Christmas is based, will continually be shared.