November 01, 2011
Thanksgiving Comes First
Have you heard about the annual blog club regarding Thanksgiving?
Suldog started something a few years ago. See his recent post here.
Did you already read it? What do you think ?
I have to tell you that I agree with his gripe about the retailers pushing Christmas earlier and earlier each year.
I am not a retailer, and if I had to feed my family (wheat free, of course) and pay mortgage and tuitions and buy shoes for all the rug rats, I would want people buying Christmas presents up the ying yang. But I would not begin before Thanksgiving.
There is enough rush, and push, and stress, and angst to go around. Lets give enough of it to each separate holiday in the order in which we celebrate them.
Like right now: Halloween. I personally do not like Halloween. But will there be a bowl of sugar, er candy, to pass out to the little sweeties who knock on the door on Halloween night. You betcha. Halloween decorations on the front porch. That is enough celebration for that holiday.
Veterans Day in our little town gets a lot of hype. Good hype. There is a pretty nice parade at 2:00 that begins in front of the veterans memorial on Main Street. I put up some pictures of the veterans memorial on one of my Sunday In My City posts here in case you missed that one. The memorial is pretty nice in this town and veterans are treated to occasional free dinners and other recognition. Just some of the perks of living in a small town of under 1100 people.
Thanksgiving is almost two weeks after Veterans Day. Christmas isn't for another month after Thanksgiving. Mr/Ms Retail Shopkeeper, if that month does not give you enough time to decorate your cute little trees and mark items up for the "sales", you suck. I am an old lady and I could do it in a day with one hand tied behind my back. So cut us some slack.
For lots and lots of Americans, Thanksgiving is a holiday we look forward to all year long. Yes, I love Christmas. But Thanksgiving is special. The memories of being a kid out in the country and killing our own turkey (not me personally, mind you, but I did get the turkey feathers to make an Indian headdress). Families got together even though they didn't even like each other. And we ate all day. And played games. And napped. Then ate some more. Of course my childhood was before the guys started watching football instead of participating with the rest of the family, and only stopped watching football long enough to eat the big turkey meal and say "great, this is so good" and hike back to the TV room. But hey, that is still tradition. Still sacred.
So I am joining the hundreds, er twenty or so, bloggers who are showing solidarity and yelling out our windows about the commercialism of Christmas and pushing Christmas to the public before even Halloween: I am mad as hell, and I am not going to take it anymore. (So maybe I did borrow that line from the movie "Network"). Works for me.
Posted by CiCi