On our roadtrip to
daughter's idea of Nirvana the Mall of America a few weeks back, I just HAD to find out something.
Something that had been nagging at my subconscious.
Something bothering me since our previous two ventures last August and this past March.
If you haven't read about those, erm, "incidents", you can catch up here:
August 2008 See Maureen Vacation
March 2009 trip wherein I found out that I Killed Christmas
Yes, it's all true, sad to admit...
But I just couldn't ignore that pesky little voice in my head as we arrived at the huge mall for the third time in less than a year:
- Did the site of the former Christmas Store still stand empty and devoid of life?
- Was the Holiday Spirit permanently lost and forgotten?
- Had anyone picked up the shattered shards of the business and opened their holly-jolly doors once again?
Whoo Hoo! It was open again! Well, this time it was called "Seasonal Living", but at least it was a holiday store once more.
The frail glass decor was back.
The gossamer porcelain knick-knacks were back.
The Christmas trees heavily laden with uber-delicate hand-blown ornaments were back.
Even the hard stone slate floor was ...
So, apparently I *DIDN'T* kill Christmas after all!
And what happened then? Well, in Mallville they say that Maureen's small heart grew three sizes that day. And then - the true meaning of Christmas came through, and Maureen found the strength of *ten* shoppers, plus two! *
After I regaled the three women working there of my previous unfortunate encounters at this very same location, they laughed - albeit nervously. Then to my surprise they took special care to guide me through their fragile stock, generously offering to retrieve anything my little heart desired.
I didn't have to touch a thing. All I had to do was point from a safe distance and they brought the items TO me.
Gosh. They were SO nice to escort me around their new store and out the door like that...
* With the sincerest of apologies to Dr. Seuss
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