How did we live without online shopping? It made buying Christmas gifts a whole lot easier. Right from your kitchen table, (where I am now) and in your bathrobe, (which I am not. Yoga pants please.) you can purchase a hat for Aunt Sue, a tie for Uncle Bill, a plastic truck for little Bobby. And the best part? A brown box with a smiley face on it delivered to your front door and on Sundays!
Shopping may be easier, but is it personal? Sure, if you’ve given a list of specific must-haves to your family and friends what’s wrong with a click or two to achieve the same success as a trip to a crowded mall can provide? But what if you aren’t sure what to buy for someone? Can you browse as easily through the two demential screen? Not me.
When I don’t know what to get for a receiver on my list I like to walk around the well-lit stores, surrounded by Christmas music, running my fingers over fabrics, breathing in the scents of the seasons, and be dazzled by the glitter of the gifts. While I’m out I might find the perfect something for Aunt Sue simply because I saw it on display, was able to grab it, turn it around in my hands, feel its texture, and know she’d smile when she saw it too. I can’t get that from a computer screen.
Maybe it’s because I’m a visual person that browsing online stumps me. I can’t buy clothes that way either. I have to touch the material, slip into the dressing room and try the outfit on. And even though I own an ereader, am thinking of upgrading it even, I still love the feel of a book in my hand and the smell of new pages as I turn them.
Online shopping has its place and I’m grateful for its conveniences. But the personal touch of a gift bought with creativity? Well, that certainly beats a bag of coal.