No longer is it a celebration for a good harvest or giving thanks to the ones you love.
Now it is all about gluttony and consumerism.
Consuming 1000s of calories at the Thanksgiving dinner table is the norm. All diets and limitations are put on hold. The football game is on in the background. Commercials telling you what you need to buy as you slowly drop into a turkey and dressing induced coma on the couch.
I was amazed and appalled when I saw the Thanksgiving day newspaper (yes, my father gets that delivered to his house still). It was larger than the Sunday paper. One inch thick of actual news and six inches of Black Friday ads. Kohls had an ad that was bigger than most paperback books. It must have contained all of their store items. The newspaper was a huge waste of paper.
I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the holiday. This year was an exceptional time with my family.
But it was far from minimalist.
I have some really good memories of the family time during holidays. Like the Easter my one year old son tried to swallow a whole candy egg at once. Or another Easter that my chocolate bunny was brutally stabbed by an unhappy cousin.
But the best Thanksgiving memory was when I was a teenager and had turkey pizza with my grandmother.
She was sick and alone one year. My father decided last minute to pack up the family and drive to her house. It was a long drive and we arrived at dinner time. She was too old to cook a big meal for everyone. So we decided to just go out for dinner after we arrived. It was a small town and most restaurants were closed on Thanksgiving. The only place open was a Pizza Inn. They put turkey on our pizza. It was amazing.
We spent a few days with her. We played a lot of cards and I read to her for hours. She smiled the whole visit. She was truly thankful for our visit. I left with a very happy heart.
I learned that year that sometimes its not about what you are thankful for. But rather, that doing something that makes someone else thankful for you, is just as important.