Perfect Gifts and Holiday Cheer

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Her feet glide across the sterile white tiles, past the storefront windows that hold red baubles and perfectly cut snowflakes, while the strains of Mariah Carey’s vocals pound against her resolve. Obese couples drag around obese children and even more obese shopping bags, holding plastic something-or-others that will be forgotten within the next month. Young men and women wander the halls, searching for that perfect gift for that perfect someone who will be forgotten within the next month. Little children sit on the lap of a fat man, telling him that they want puppies and candies and world peace for Christmas, wishes that will be forgotten when the fat man goes away for another year. Elderly sit on benches, hoping that everything could last for a bit longer than it will. All these different creatures walk underneath fake icicles and ginormous baubles and banners that say that they know the perfect present for your recipient, despite the fact that there are so many people to have different presents for. All these notions of perfect gifts and holiday cheer and giving to others will be gone with the first icy wind of January. Looking about her, Arden marvels at how temporary all of this is, this magical time of year when everyone seems to remember charities and the people they love, to really think about them for once, and how it’s all backed by the monstrous economy that feeds off of this temporary affection for your fellow humans. Her moccasins barely make a noise on the tiles, and her appearance is as monochrome as her footsteps are monotone; a grey sweater and dark jeans cover her curved frame, and her thick hair is tucked into a black knit cap. This is a tactic used to try to make her as unnoticeable as a piece of dried gum ... ... middle of paper ... ...when he hears the slam of the door, and turns to face Arden with open arms. The two friends embrace each other, the only ones in the small shop. “Whom do you need for this year?” he asks. Arden flushed a bit at the knowing question, “Iona, Monroe, Darian, Jacklynn, and Bernard. Oh, and Jamie too.” “Bit of a long list this year, eh Herbert?” he winks. The old man preferred the girl’s surname to her given name; he insisted that it suited her better. Anyhow, this year’s list was much shorter than last year’s. Arden ignored the comment, “You remember what I them got last year. What else would they like?” The old man took the next twenty-three minutes to wander about the rows of novels, picking them off here and placing them back there. In this time Arden finished a novel of her own, which was tediously interesting, and heard twelve Beatles songs through the speakers.

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