Thanksgiving is next week and I can’t wait. Call me an oddball, but it’s my favorite holiday of the year. I can’t wait to get my entire family back together under one roof. This year is going to be a particularly sweet one as we’ll be up to 20 visitors, coming from Alaska, New Jersey and Florida. It’ll be a year to remember.
Yet, as is what comes with the ever-present balance of life, what’s very good is followed by the bad. And so, I’d like to rant a little about that.
Let it be known, then, that I detest Black Friday.
Hear this: The wretched day after Thanksgiving is not a holiday – and neither is Thanksgiving night. I can’t stand the talk amongst folks considering it to be one, either. Call me a cynic, but the day (and night before) represents what’s worst about America – from stores opening at midnight to customers trampling upon each other (sometimes to death) to reach the cheapest 50-inch HDTV first – I frankly, can do without all of it.
As we approach my favorite time of the year, a twinge of resentment resides in my heart over the day that is to follow. I wish that Thanksgiving could come and that families would sit together at the table after their meals, instead of rushing off to wait in lines to buy stuff.
Maybe this blog can help to change a few minds about doing that, too. I do hope so.