Yesterday, I made the mistake of going to Target with all the kids. As we entered, Sunshine said, "Ah, Christmas is here!"
"No it's not," I replied with a bit too much force. "It's a whole month almost to Thanksgiving and then it will be Advent and then Christmas."
She wasn't buying it. "It looks like Christmas! Let's go look at the electronics," she said to Pepper, and off they went.
The Littles, however, are blissfully unaware of anything. The decorations mean nothing to them, they barely remember hearing the name, "Santa" once. Maybe I can have a good Advent with them. But still, we are skipping ahead.
I love Thanksgiving. I'm not cooking this year but when I do, it's turkey and stuffing every year. If you are one of those snooty people who says you don't like turkey because you are tired of having it once a year, every year, you are welcome to my home but you might leave hungry. The tradition of Thanksgiving is the food and in my family, it's turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, rolls, and pumpkin pie. Anything else we may serve is just fluff. And if I do not have some lovely breast of turkey to eat on buttered white bread with a bit of good mayonnaise for supper, I am going to be a little sad!
Did I mention I love Thanksgiving? I love the cooler weather and the turkey and the stuffing. But most importantly, I love the holiday that has somehow remained virtually noncommercial and free of gift-giving. It's a truly fantastic idea: take the time to thank God for his magnificent benevolence with us, to thank him for providing a bounty; to give thanks that on this day I am not hungry. I can provide food for my family. In fact, I can provide a feast.
I am grateful. I am grateful for each hungry little mouth and for my husband who somehow, miraculously, feeds us all. I am grateful for a roof over our heads and that each of us is alive and well. I can truly say that on Thanksgiving, "It is well with my soul!"
Go away Christmas! You'll get your turn!