Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone! I’m weird in that I believe the best Thanksgiving I ever spent was on the vinyl seat of a Grey Hound bus when I was seventeen. I’d taken a weeklong trip into inner Illinois, USA to visit friends. I started home on a snowy Thanksgiving morning and the bus stopped at a town somewhere between there and Oklahoma. I remember to this day my feast. It consisted of a greasy cheeseburger and soda. Ah, heaven. I just don’t get the week of preparing food that’s scarfed in less than an hour—and I’m left with the cleanup… Huh. What’s that about?
My Canadian author friend, Brenda Nyveld, asked me this year what the difference is between Thanksgiving and all that food, and Christmas with its food and trimmings. I’d never thought about it like that exactly. The food, time devoured, storage, cleanup, is all the same- more so with the added chores of decorating and then taking all the decorations down again, until the next Santa visit. So, what is the difference that makes me anticipate Christmas so much?
To my surprise, the obvious answer came right out in startling clarity.
The gifts and shopping, joy of anticipation—of expected gifts as well as seeing the faces on the ones receiving them. And for some reason, Christmas Eve is a magical, mysterious night for me. I hate going to bed on that never-ending night. I can sit in a silent room just staring at the lit tree and day dreaming. You spend a month preparing so it’s not a rushed single week of exhaustion that ends in a disastrous mess and nothing to show for it. Maybe that’s a cynical view from one who isn’t a huge foodie who doesn’t eat a lot on normal days. Like I said…weird. My family and I have come to accept that about me. I’m broken when it comes to the ‘dreaded’ November holiday.
Then again, maybe it’s the extra present(s) left under the tree at the end of that magical day… My birthday gift(s). Yep, I’m a Christmas baby. Well, I was supposed to be. Momma used to laugh (how I miss the sound) and tell me that I was late for my birth, and I’ll be late for my own funeral. So, does that mean I’ll die late? Yeah—not in any hurry to see if she’s right about that, but my birthday is the 28th of December. I feel New Years, with all the sparklies and fireworks, was created to finish off my superb day. Mark your calendars people. I like candles, unicorns, and books, books, books! See, I’m a low maintenance gal. Email me for the snail-mail address, ‘cause I’m not the least bit shy about asking for stuff!! Hehe
So, now that you know how strange I am…what about you? Which of these mega holidays is your favorite? Why?