I am not typically one to rush out the day after Christmas for after-Christmas sales. My ambition for that activity faded long ago. Anymore, most items are marked down at some point during the holiday shopping season to close to 50% off which kind of makes running around after Christmas to get similar sales a tad silly.
There is a rare exception. An item that wasn’t on sale during the season that is pretty much the only one of its kind in the area…when that goes on sale – well, that is noteworthy. I spotted such an item in my holiday travels at Burlington Coat Factory in Fargo. I loved it when I saw it, but at a price tag of $150 there was no way I was going to buy it at the time. I told myself that I would wait and see if the item went on sale after Christmas.
Well, today my daughter Sarah was out and about and I asked her to check on my special item to see if it was on sale. Imagine my glee when I heard that it was not only on sale, but was now marked all the way down to $50! I couldn’t scurry my fanny over to Burlington fast enough. So I loaded my treasure into the cart where he stood majestically – he is about 5 feet tall – and strode triumphantly to the checkout lanes to the curious gawks of the other shoppers.
I didn’t care a bit that they were gawking – I had an ear-to-ear grin. Of course Cheyenne refused to walk with me…she walked a safe distance away from me so no one would think she was with me. Still, I remained unruffled and grinning ear-to-ear.
I must confess that I wasn’t as tickled trying to get my treasure to fit into my little car in the freezing cold. It took me about 15 minutes to figure out how I was going to get him home. Finally, I got him in the car and we were headed home so that I could sit and admire my shopping victory – 66% off!
My treasure you ask? Well, just the coolest Santa in Fargo – darn near my height (spare a couple of inches) and complete with a styling leopard print robe. He was the only hip Santa at Burlington – all the others were the traditional white Anglo-Saxon version in red garb. But regular readers know that I am not one to seek conformity – I relish difference.
So my Santa is different, but he will fit right in at my house and will become a family heirloom that will probably be around for many years after I am gone. And something tells me that even 30 years from now he will still be as hip as he is today…when you’ve got it – you’ve got it…and my new Santa – he’s got it.
Day five hundred and thirty-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da