Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, or as it’s been known since I’ve been alive, the first day of the Christmas shopping season. Conventional wisdom tells us that people travel for Thanksgiving, but stay home for Christmas. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we choose to travel for the holiday where we get fed at the end, and to stay home for the one when we’d be expected to bring a gift.
Hard as I try to fight it, my cynical side invariably asserts itself. The president pardoned a random turkey, as he does every year. Sweet gesture, until you realize that they probably kill about twenty turkeys for the annual Thanksgiving feast at the White House. Funny, too, until you remember that this president’s notion of humor involves joking about the nonexistent Iraqi weapons of mass destruction which have gotten tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians killed over the last five years. Heh. Good one, George. Such a kidder. Maybe next year, for your final Thanksgiving as commander-in-chief, instead of pardoning a game fowl, you could grant a reprieve to someone getting shot at in Iraq, eh? Just a thought.
Cynicism aside, tomorrow is one of the better holidays on our calendar, I think. No gifts, no religious bullshit, just a meal shared with family and an occasion for taking stock of oneself and giving thanks for what one has. I can get behind that. I know there’s plenty for me to be grateful for. Here’s hoping it’s the same with you, wherever you are. Happy Thanksgiving.