PDA time: Thanksgiving, I love you. I am yours.
You had me at “Packers and Lions kick off at 11:30.”
There, it is out in the open. Public display of affection or not, I have always been open about my feelings for you, Thanksgiving. I really do not care who knows. Let them eat pie.
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Thanksgiving, I totally get you. And I can tell you get me, too. I feel your warm glow. And pardon me for staring back a little too long. Yes, I am crushing on you, ‘Giving. I just cannot help myself, you Big Fourth Thursday of November.
You are the reason Macy’s has a parade. You, Big T, are the real Miracle on 34th Street.
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The fact that you called in and got me off work just shows how much you care. “Hey Mike,” you coo, “I know it's only a Thursday, but how about staying home today?. Hang with me.”
Absolutely.
It is more than the cranberries we relish. This goes way beyond a side dish.
You and me, T Day, we are in total synch. I will be your Miles Standish and you can be my Governor Bradford. Let’s party like Pilgrims, baby. 1621 4 ever, 2 gether.
Hey Thanksgiving, I want you to see this. According to extensive ITB research, here are the three greatest holidays:
1) Thanksgiving
2) Arbor Day
3) Thanksgiving (Canada)
I know you are too cool to brag this up, T Give, but Christmas is going to be so jealous. Can’t you just hear Xmas whining?
“What? With no Thanksgiving Carols, how can that be?”
Try harder, Santa. Heck, one of the things I am thankful for is that it is not Christmas. I have those nasty wrapping paper allergies.
But honestly, Thanksgiving, when it comes to Best Holidays Ever, you don’t really give the others a chance.
It’s you, Thanksgiving, that makes it possible to say, with total innocence, “How about some more gravy on that breast?” Who is going to say no to that? Not me.
Your pumpkin pie quietly reminds us that it is time to bring that Reddi-wip back downstairs and into the kitchen where it belongs.
It is you, Accion de gracias, which gives me and all my amigos cause to pause, to reflect. One day, one world, One Republic. “This has gotta be good life.”
Go ahead, T, let’s have our one day rendezvous. Make me too full, too groggy, too happy.
You and I both know you are going to gracefully slip away, whenever the shoppers have to shop, whenever the kids need to bolt, whenever we need call it a day.
Until then, Thanksgiving, what do you say? Let’s throw some Bailey’s on the rocks and throw some Bob Marley on the iPod:
“One love. One heart.
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Let's get together and feel all right.”
Happy Thanksgiving, ITB readers. Happy Thanksgiving, Greendale.