In an attempt to buy discounted things, you reduced the value of a life to zero. You stole his future. You stole his Christmas. His family will spend their Christmas grieving and will not be able to celebrate a Christmas without thinking of your actions.
How could you not hear his cries? How could you not feel the thickness of his body under your feet? When your feet stumbled over a man's FACE, did your eyes never strayed from the things you'd hoped to buy for yourself or your children who still have their faces?
He has nothing now just so that you could have something for 50% less.
You may have been only one of hundreds of people who stepped on his face, his chest, his stomach, his limbs, but you put yourself in the position to do it. You waited all night, probably, to be at the front of that line. You let yourself be in a place where you had to shove someone else to get something before they did. You chose to live in a world of scarcity rather than a world of abundance.
You chose to make your holidays more about things than about people.