I just couldn't seem to get into the Christmas spirit this year.
Maybe online shopping has something to do with that. Being out in the trenches with the other shoppers and boxing out for position in Victoria Secret kind of gets the blood flowing and can put you in the Christmas mood.
Sitting in my heated home on Amazon.com and clicking various books into my make believe shopping cart doesn't bring to mind Santa Clause and Reindeer.
It was time for a road trip. So,after a few phone calls to set up an impromptu luncheon with my family members that were available and hungry, we donned our winter gear and headed for the Christmas adorned city of Philly. I needed me some Christmas spirit.
Philadelphia, our favorite city, offered just what I was looking for. After a lunch at our favorite vegetarian Chinese restaurant we headed with full belly's to the streets for some Christmas shopping.
As evening approached it was obvious the city was decked out in her Holiday best. Chestnut Street came alive, an avenue of twinkling lights. As the temperature dropped the air was cold, crisp and clean, but not too cold. It was like Christmas movie cold.
It smelled like it could snow at any moment.
We window shopped down the same street Benjamin Franklin hoofed those many years ago.
I wondered if he shopped in Kitchen Kapers.
I doubt it. He probably invented half the stuff they were selling.
Walking the sidewalk with hunched shoulders and gloved hands we dodged fellow bag carrying shoppers.
A store door opened, the sound of a Bing Crosby Christmas tune escaped into the street, fading again as the door swung closed.
Chilled to the bone, we took a timeout in the local coffee shop.
I encountered a couple "excuse me's" and a smattering of "Happy Holiday's" as we shopped.
That's unusual, even in this city of Brotherly Love.
It must be Christmas time.
Now I have the Christmas spirit.