I was walking through the mall the other day, witness to the madness and mayhem modern day Christmas has become, and I was reminded of something my daughter did few years ago. We were in a department store filled shoulder to shoulder with people bumping kicking and biting to get their hands on the last Ginger Tooty doll or whatever was hot that year. My daughter and I were standing in line, waiting to pay for our gifts, and she looked up to see a seven foot tall monster of a nutcracker looming over us. The thing looked like it had come straight out of a horror movie. It had huge bulging eyes, its arms were outstretched like a zombie looking for its next brainy meal and its mouth was broken, leaving its jaw hanging at an odd unnatural angle.
I watched my daughter out of the corner of my eye, waiting for a reaction, but she just stared at it for a few minutes, then seemed to shrug it off when we made our way to the cashier. When we got to the counter, we were greeted by a very nice African American woman. She asked how we were and if we found everything we needed. I nodded and said we did, then she smiled and looked down at the innocent looking girl standing beside me. The cashier asked if she was having a good day, and without missing a beat my daughter responded.
“It’s OK, but that’s one scary cracker standing back there!”
The cashier looked as if she were trying to decide whether she should falling down laughing or be appalled. Thankfully she opted for the more humorous of the two choices. When I got my own laughter under control, I explained the confusion.
We left, and I spent the next hour trying to explain why it was inappropriate to call something (or someone) a cracker. She was three at the time, I’m sure she had no idea what I was talking about.
I hope this blog finds you all well. Remember the true meaning of Christmas, and treat your fellow man (or cracker) with all the love, generosity and kindness Jesus was born to share.
Merry Christmas and happy blogging.