I finished the bulk of my holiday shopping on election night in a small quiet store near my home.
I desperately needed a diversion.
Then on Black Friday I rose early and mailed those gifts to friends and family from an empty post office.
The peace was almost deafening.
On Small Business Saturday, my chi pup Rex and I walked the sunny beach at the lake and climbed the short ladder to the life guard station.
Luckily no one needed our help as we had a little business of our own to take care of.
I’d brought a small stack of holiday cards up there to pen as we kept an eye on a couple of fishing boats off in the distance.
After a while, we climbed back down and followed our noses over to a blazing bonfire by the trolley tracks.
Santa was already there, greeting all in line for their rides on an old wreath adorned golden trolley.
Rex and I opted instead for one hot chocolate, laced with small marshmallows and a s’more cooked to order by a smiling Boy Scout nearby. Both were being sold as part of his troops’s fundraiser.
Rex appeared to love his first sweet graham cracker.
And I loved my avoidance of stores this weekend even more I thought while licking every bite of chocolate off my fingers.
It seems a break in tradition can be quite delicious.