Unlike a lot of my fellow Americans, I won’t pretend that this holiday celebrates anything other than being with family and eating an insane amount of food (which could probably feed a small, poor country for a year). I won’t pretend that this holiday is about how great the Pilgrims were to the Native Americans, because that would be historical revisionism at work (and I’m a stickler for getting my history “right,” as far as right can be).
Instead, this post is about celebrating what the holiday really means to me:
- Being with friends or family and enjoying a meal together, without all the hubbub of daily life
- Saying thanks for the things I have, whether material or personal