Every year, when Christmas draws very near, I spend most of a day shopping. Now this may not seem like a big deal to most folks, but I don't drive. I really am not a "shopper" by nature, either. And I'm used to getting my shopping done as quickly as possible because Cliff is usually waiting patiently in the car.
But around Christmas every year, Cliff takes me to Independence Center, lets me out, and leaves me for six to eight hours. I love the people-watching, and I like browsing to my heart's content. I like to peer over the rail at the kids down below, playing in the play area.
When I arrived this morning before 10 AM, it wasn't so big a crowd. But by afternoon, the place was teeming with humanity on all levels.
The line of kids waiting to see Santa was unbelievable, and most of the kids obviously would rather have been someplace else.
I realize this picture's blurry, but see that big Christmas tree up there? That's where Santa sits on his throne, and the line of kids that disappears at the lower left of the picture goes on further back than it shows.
I had all my shopping done already, but of course I found a few last-minute bargains. Tis the season.
When Cliff came to get me, the parking lot was completely filled and police were directing traffic on the road outside the mall. Cliff was Scrooge, personified; he hadn't had an easy time getting to our meeting place. Oh well, Christmas comes but once a year.