Thursday, December 22, 2011

The True Meaning Of Christmas: Candy

I've spent the last several days shopping for the holiday. People are grumpy. They are driving like insane, let me modify that. They are driving even more insanely than they normally do in Boston. Which means they have a Starbucks cup in one hand, a cell phone in the other, are giving you the finger, texting, whipping the steering wheel over to cut you off, cussing you out, and generally behaving like a professional athlete. They are also driving a jumbo SUV larger than a submarine. Which is a necessity when you have 2 kids. Right?

Folks are fighting to the death for a parking space at the mall. They are hitting their children in public. They are yelling at the poor salespeople for no good reason.

So, yesterday, after another day of shopping--yippee! I'm done...I'm done!---I decided to go grocery shopping. This also involves risking life and limb for a parking spot, getting rammed by little old ladies in the store, and wanting to curl up and die in the produce section.

My main purpose for this mission was to find candy canes for the kids. I hang tins on their doorknobs on Christmas Eve, and "Santa" leaves them candy canes. They come downstairs on Christmas morning crunching candy canes with big smiles on their faces.

I found a large selection of gorgeous, hand-made candy canes. With weird pie, cherry, butterscotch. I've never seen a candy cane that wasn't peppermint-flavored. The store manager was standing next to the candy cane display, and I asked him if the candy really tasted like all that stuff. He said it was delicious. Then he disappeared.

As I strolled away, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Here, Ma'am, try this." The manager had broken open a candy cane for me, and offered me a piece. We stood there in the middle of the store, as the crowd hustled around us, and munched on candy canes together. And they were delicious. 

I wished him a Merry Christmas. And he wished me a Merry Christmas.




Julia Barrett said...

Oh so sweet! How nice instead of the usual insanity.
I'll be driving home through the mountains on Christmas Day and I think it will be a beautiful, quiet, non-crazy drive. I'm looking forward to it, as long as there are gas stations open...
The day before I left I had to drive across our small town. Criminy! Everybody was driving like a maniac.
But I did give the mail-person homemade chocolate truffles! My shipping guy got heart attack bars and the staff at puppy camp got chocolate cherry cookies. The Fedex guy will get his baseball tickets soon! He brought me a bottle of wine.
It's the little things, you know?

Penny Watson said...

It IS the little things...small gestures that make a big impact. Especially during the holiday season when everyone is feeling stressed out. You get an "A" for awesome gift-giving!

Lemon Verbena Lady said...

It is those little moments in all the chaos. Isn't it? I would love other flavors of candy canes besides peppermint because of my GERD. Hope the kiddos enjoy theirs! A wonderful tradition, Penny! Merry Christmas to you and your family. xxoo Nancy

Penny Watson said...

Thanks, Nancy! These candy canes are delish...especially the apple pie and the butterscotch.

I hope you have a very Merry Christmas! :^)

Steph from said...

Are they Hammonds or something like that? They have them at whole foods up here and they look so delish and just beautiful.

Heidenkind said...

This time of year convinces me there's only so much niceness to go around. It seems like people put all their energy into getting presents and then they're grumpy as all get-out.

Which is why I shop in November.

Penny Watson said...

Yes, Steph....they are! They look great and they taste great.

Penny Watson said...

Tasha...It's depressing that folks get so stressed out and take it out on each other. But I LOVE shopping for my family, so I don't let them get me down!