Giving Thanks
We must be entering the holiday season. There are a few telltale signs:
- Leaves are changing colour and falling;
- There’s a bit of a nip in the air;
- Decorations are out in stores;
- Our families are bickering over who is coming where for the holiday meals.
Thanksgiving is next week (in Canada) and the guilt and resentment over where we will be eating, with whom, and when has begun. And not just for Thanksgiving. Resentment is already building up over the possibility of where Christmas dinner might be held and who will attend when.
Ahhhh. I love the holidays.
This may be the year that I stick to my guns and tell both sides of the family that Arthur, the kids, and I will be eating quietly at home on ALL the days. Just maybe…
posted by Trillian @ 10:03 AM
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One year my parents decided they were sick of deciding which side of the family we'd be spending Thanksgiving with, so we went to this really nice restaurant instead. It was really nice, because the food was delicious, there were no arguments, and someone else cleaned up afterward.
Easter, now there's a holiday my family knows how to do right. My father says something nasty to my sister Jenny and next thing you know she's storming out of the house and won't speak to him until he apologizes. Which took two weeks and a whole lot of prompting.
Wheelson: Yes - we like to get in Thanksgiving before we have to start rebuilding our igloos for the season.
Jennie: Sounds like a good plan!
pbw's mom: I knew I'd finally say something that would cause you to comment, Mom! I wasn't actually refering to you (just your eldest daughter and Arthur's mom). You're still invited to dinner on Sunday. Love you.
Chellee: We've never come to that over the holidays yet, although it's best not to leave my two sisters alone together for too long or it could come to blows.
We don't celebrate Thanksgiving here but I can relate to the Christmas dinner dilemma. Every year we rush around trying to keep everyone happy except ourselves!
Jake and I were just talking about how we are going to have our own Christmas this year. No more coming home exhausted with kids just itching to get into the presents we gave them earlier. All the family will be welcome, but it will be a day for OUR OWN FAMILY! :)
I believe in giving thanks every day. But turkey is out: too dry.
I find when we have these big holidays - and not to worry, my calendar's plumb full of 'em - everyone gets into a tizzy because expectations are ratcheted beyond SpaceShipOne's apogee. Then things go to hell in a handbasket when Uncle Walt chimes in with his stories from the war. Then Aunt Gerda gets drunk and tells him she's leaving him. Oh, a wonderful time is being had by all. Let us give thanks!
If we toned things down a bit and just had a little enjoyment every day, we wouldn't get so sick from heaping piles of stuffing and cranberry sauce, not to mention the little family tiffs that seem to embed themselves in our collective psyche around this time of year.
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