There is no way around the fact this country came together with some pretty terrible stains in the fabric. Honest efforts by the adults in my childhood were made to gloss it over, but it’s impossible to get around the whole land theft, genocide, slavery stuff. Despite the multitude of faults our founders had, they passed along a tradition that’s incredibly important: Thanksgiving. I now know the pretty picture of Pilgrims and Indians sitting down as friends for a lovely meal was a big, fat lie. Hard to imagine much of party when the favors were small pox infested blankets.
Even acknowledging the problems with the accuracy of the story I was told, the concept still remains valid: every year, we stop for one day and give thanks for all of our blessings. We acknowledge we have done nothing to deserve the absolute bounty around us. We express our gratitude. In truth, anyone reading this blog should say thanks more often than once a year. But I really like that for one day, we do this as a corporate body. The whole country stops to count our blessings.
This is why I get so annoyed by people who skip Thanksgiving and jump straight from Halloween to Christmas. You’re missing one of the best days of the whole year. There is an order here, people. Read your calendar.
So put down your tinsel and garland. Pack your sparkly lights and Santa hats back in the attic for two more weeks. Let the holiday season play out as it should, in order. Slow down for just a minute and look around you. There is so much to be thankful for. Give this holiday its proper place.