I love Thanksgiving: family get-togethers, sliced turkey, fresh cranberry sauce, the Macy’s Parade, pumpkin pie, and wine, lots of wine. It’s one of my favorite holidays. I like to milk it. Start early and end late.
My daughter? Not so much. She savored the holiday for the length of the Parade, and the only reason she lasted that long was because it had Muppets. Once she saw Santa Claus waving to the crowd in Herald Square, she checked out and moved right on down the holiday highway to Christmas.
My daughter was done with Thanksgiving by noon. Sound familiar? Share on XShe’s Only Five
It’s bad enough the stores skip from Halloween to Christmas, but my own daughter? Sure, she’s only five, but couldn’t she have lasted through dinner? When I was her age, we watched “The March of the Wooden Soldiers” and “King Kong”. That took us to mid-afternoon at least. Those are happy memories. Instead, she wanted to watch “Frosty the Snowman” and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” before I’d even carved Bennie the Butterball.
I don’t know how many times we’ll watch them this month. Once she starts, she doesn’t stop. And it won’t end with Christmas. She’ll watch “Frosty” in the middle of a July heat wave. It won’t ever end until I hide the DVDs in a moldy box in a far corner of the garage where she’s convinced a giant spider preys on curious little girls.
What?
Too much?
We did see a daddy-longlegs there when we moved in. It might still be there. Or maybe a cockroach. Or an angry ladybug. You never can tell. It’s a dark corner. I avoid it if possible.
Let’s Not Rush Thanksgiving
Can we not rush the holidays? That’s all I’m asking. Whether it’s my daughter or department stores, can we agree to enjoy each holiday in its season?
I promise not to run on World Sauntering Day or slurp on National Gazpacho Day or miscount molecules on National Mole Day (in honor of Avogadro’s Number, not the subterranean rodent), if you’ll just let me enjoy my turkey and sweet potatoes on Thanksgiving. How about it?
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