I thought I had seen mass hysteria before: the time “Weird Willy” Smith set off a can of tear gas in the high school cafeteria. Or the practical joker who yelled “Shark!” at the beach causing me and my rubber raft to be flattened by half-crazed swimmers.
But these pale in comparison to entering a department store the day after Christmas! As I approached the automotive section, I stepped into the main aisle to see what looked like the entire cast from Ben Hur stampeding my way.
Leading the pack charged a six-foot brute with a Marine tattoo strangling a pastel neck tie. He was followed by a crowd of probably quite normal people who, in the passion of the moment, had turned into a murderous mob storming the customer service counter.
The season of peace on earth, goodwill toward men was over for another year—carefully packed away with the strings of lights and artificial trees.
Nearly two thousand years ago, the peace and joy came after Christmas. [Continue reading]