McKenzie pondered pensively on how best to avoid the inevitable. What a quandary! Online shopping was infested with dangerous predators of another kind. There was nothing else for it. He would stuff his ears with cotton wool, put on his bravest smile and, behind his clenched teeth, he would jolly-well grin and bear it….
Taking a deep breath, he stepped out onto yesterday’s snow that crunched gingerly under his shifting weight. He caught the first bus heading towards the city centre. His brain was as numbed, as the frozen monochrome landscape that underwhelmingly drifted past his almost opaque, dirty window. Cocooned in his own thoughts McKenzie’s introvert bubble was about to burst...
As soon as he entered the mall, the sound of Christmas musak grated on McKenzie’s jangled nerves. Every year it was the same old, same old. It was now official; McKenzie hated Wham and Slade!
It wasn’t that McKenzie disliked Christmas, he had mixed feelings about it, but he most assuredly despised the overt commercial exploitation of it. This was not some Dickensian ‘bah-humbug’, rather it was, plain and simply, McKenzie’s opinion based on his observations.
However, because of his feelings, McKenzie loathed Christmas shopping. He didn’t mind buying gifts for the people he loved but he detested being dragged into the bedlam that goes with it.
Matthew 1:23 says…..“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”).
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