Let’s visit Thanksgiving. The eating and football holiday. The holiday where in your adult life you do not sit and reflect on thing to be thankful for because nobody is making you write an essay thinking of it any longer. To me, the holiday means one entire day spent with family beginning with the Macy*s Parade followed by trying to get the women in the generation above me to allow me to help with the food. I always get stuck with the rolls, however. I ask what I can donate to the meal, and I get the rolls. I want the pie. I don’t have the feast at my home, so I cannot realistically contribute the hot food. Let me have the pie for pete’s sake. You’re just gonna go down to the Bakery and buy some out of the display case anyhow. I can make you a lovely homemade pumkin pie with crust from scratch and everything. GIVE ME THE PIE!!!

Quick Note: I DID get assigned pies this year, and my out-of-town visiting mother found out this incredible news.  After which she ran over to the grocery store and BOUGHT THREE PIES!!!  It’s like I am Charlie Brown and creating masterful pies is the foot ball and that B**** Lucy keeps taking the pies while I stumble to the ground.

Ahem.  After the meal we take a walk.  It is very important to burn off 98 calories from the dinner before attacking the dessert.  Yes, let’s pretend that’s a huge dent in the 1736 calories we consumed in turkey, stuffing and egg nog.  So, it’s parade, dinner, pie and then we search for a movie to attend at the local multi-plex, just like the pilgrims did nearly four centuries earlier.  It is a sight to have twenty-three of your kin occupy an entire row, usally the front row because they argued about what to see or where to go for too long and arrived late.

The movie ends, the day is over, but it does not end quite yet.  Because there are always out of town visitors, there’s wine and talking and board games and shuffling little kids off to bed.  Finally, seventy-four people fall asleep all over your five hundred square foot apartment.

The greatest holiday of the year has ended, but there is not a let-down as there can be with Christmas.  Why?  Because Thanksgiving is the kick-off.  It’s the welcome wagon for the next month of festive events.

I realize, mostly because my hit counter tells me so, that you are all busy with things other than reading tales of others’ holiday celebrations, but if you are here: