A long, long time ago, my dad once said that Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday. Being young and not yet refined, of course, my brother and I were befuddled. Thanksgiving was just dinner and passing out with football in the background, and of course, a couple days off. But there was no real buildup, no excitement, not like Christmas which was coming around the corner. That was the exciting holiday. So, you know, we just didn’t get it, being young and foolish.
But as time goes on, I’ve come to really realize that Thanksgiving really does kick Christmas’s butt all over the place, and I’ve thus come into total agreement with my dad. There’s no pressure, no buildup, no politics — just turkey, football, tryptophan-induced comas and thanks, lots and lots of thanks — for health, for friends and family, for stable work, and for the gift of life. And, this year, a special treat from Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends.
It’s going to be a gorgeous day in Charleston. I’m looking forward to spending some quality time with the family, tossing a football with my brother — the little things.
Take care of yourselves and each other, and have a happy and safe Thanksgiving.