The weather has turned crisp, and V shaped formations of birds drift across the evening sky. The beginning of cold weather turns the world’s thoughts to homecoming, and I am awaiting my own flock to return to the ranch.
This week will include a celebration of cooking, which for me, is the pinnacle of my year. Turkey, dressing, gravy, all of it has to be prepared just so. Variations are not allowed, as I have been waiting 364 days for these particular dishes. I think the kids feel the same way. They are already asking “Are you going to make…?”
The comment has been made often that the U.S. economy depends on 4th quarter – when our entire population goes ape in the retail stores, emotionally overspending in frenzied haste. Those big box stores concoct ploys to get us lined up outside their doors at 2 A.M for a door-busting holiday buying spree. It’s a bit much.
Thanksgiving, however, is our national day of redemption. There are no big purchases to make, no outlandish decorations, a tasteful level of glitter, and no Santa style spokesperson. We, as a nation, get together with our family, and friends, and enjoy a meal. That’s it. And it couldn’t be more wonderful.
It would be easy to drift into a rant on how the U.S. culture is politically flawed in this way or that, or debate the irony of our current immigration policies. But I would like to point out that Thanksgiving is unique to North America (you too, Canada) and that it is a national day of love and gratefulness. I think we deserve some credit for keeping this New World holiday a tradition. Being thankful is part of the American experience, and once a year, we synchronize our hearts as a nation to feel the same way, at the same time. For a day, we are all welcome at every table. This is good.
Have a lovely holiday with your family and friends. The boys will be here soon, and I am already awash in peace, and gratitude.