Post by Sky Benson on Dec 26, 2006 10:54:44 GMT
The 26th of December always induced a slight feeling of deflation in young children: Christmas had come and gone and they now had to wait a whole year for it to happen again. But Sky was having no such feelings as she strolled down the high street, a purse full of Christmas cash jingling in her pocket. For Sky, Boxing Day meant only one thing: Sales. This time a few years ago you would have had a hard time finding a shop open on Boxing Day. But times had changed and most of the shop owners who needed the money were more than happy to open their doors to the eager customers.
Huge signs advertising '3 for 2' or 'buy one get one half price' beamed out from the festive windows, enticing more and more naïve shoppers inside to buy clothes they didn’t need and bags they hadn’t really wanted.
But Sky was not quite so easily persuaded. She knew exactly what she wanted, and was going to buy nothing else until it was safely inside her bag. She at last came to a stop in front of a small, cosy looking shop on the corner of the street, and paused for a moment before going inside.
Huge signs advertising '3 for 2' or 'buy one get one half price' beamed out from the festive windows, enticing more and more naïve shoppers inside to buy clothes they didn’t need and bags they hadn’t really wanted.
But Sky was not quite so easily persuaded. She knew exactly what she wanted, and was going to buy nothing else until it was safely inside her bag. She at last came to a stop in front of a small, cosy looking shop on the corner of the street, and paused for a moment before going inside.
