A September Holiday

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Weaving their way through Stufmart, Judy’s texting distracted her from her immediate surroundings. Bobby’s voice pierced through the diversions.

“I love Christmas,” he said.

“What’re you talking about? It’s September,” she asked. When she looked up, she found herself transported into a holiday spectacle. They were in the middle of a display of Christmas trees, all decorated with the maximum possible number of lights and ornaments.

“What is happening?” she whispered.

“You know summer’s over when stores break out the Christmas stuff,” said Bobby.

“This is so wrong.”

“It seems to get earlier every year, eh?” noted Bobby.

Judy walked silently among the aisles of festive accoutrements. “It’s like I entered a time warp.”

“It’s not that weird. I saw my first Christmas commercial in August.”

Judy looked at Bobby as though he’d spoken some unknown language.

“What? You don’t like Christmas?” asked Bobby.

“I love it, but in December. Not all year long,” replied Judy.

Bobby shrugged. “Where money can be made, people will follow.”

“Is everything for sale?” Judy bemoaned.

Bobby put a consoling hand on Judy’s shoulder. “Only when it’s lucrative.”

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4 Responses to A September Holiday

  1. Anthony Trudgian says:

    I guess Judy wouldn’t like Niagara on the Lake?

  2. Pat says:

    In retail they want every last dime you and your credit card own. LOL

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