When I was a kid, we had like six channels at most. We had the three major networks (kids, not too long ago, NBC, ABC and CBS were it), PBS and a couple of local stations from New York. As a result of this, we had a sort of different relationship with TV than you kids have now.
It’s one thing to go out on Christmas day and wonder what’s open. It’s another to have a game plan and hit all the stores that ARE open.
Wait, what’s open on Christmas? The banks, post office, and just about everything else is closed. You can’t go to Target or Wal*Mart. Even the supermarkets are closed.
If you want to get new windshield wipers for your car, or a new battery for your cell phone, or maybe a burger from McDonald’s, you’ll have to wait until the 26th, because Christmas kills everything.
Except the Chinese places.
This is the perfect Christmas morning. You wake up to find gifts under the tree, the cookies you left gone, and smiles from all. With the house decorated with red and green, the lights a’blinking and the Chipmunks singing about Christmas time, what could go wrong?
