Did anybody notice that Costco had their Christmas stuff out before Halloween? And the city of Decatur, Georgia’s streets are already festooned with holiday/Christmas decorations. Fa la la la la… We haven’t even gotten to double digits in November. What the hell?
Enough is enough.
I’m not one to pine for the “good old days” because, usually, on closer inspection, they weren’t really all that good… I mean, I’d never want to go back to the days when I couldn’t immediately look up the history of ketchup on my smart phone while waiting in the Steak N Shake drive thru. That’s just crazy talk…
But I do long for the days when Thanksgiving was considered a real holiday instead of being relegated as an mere appetizer in the Christmas/holiday frenzied gluttony. Now, it’s just barely tolerated for the sake of nostalgia and the fact that it’s the day that people use to rest and fuel up to prep for the carnage of Black Friday.
But I remember the days, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, when no store would dare to put up a sprig of holly or a wreath until after Thanksgiving. No self respecting Santa would show his face before THE REAL Santa made his appearance during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. And the “buy a Chatty Cathy” Christmas commercials didn’t start on Saturday mornings until almost December.
You couldn’t go out to do any Christmas/holiday shopping on Thanksgiving Day even if you wanted to because all of the stores were closed. Up tight. Doors locked. Going out to a restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t an option either. They were all closed too. So, unless you had a medical emergency that landed you in the hospital with a wishbone lodged in your throat, you were stuck at home or going over the river and through the woods to a relative’s home for Thanksgiving.
But, back in the old days, for some strange reason that will be lost to future generations, people actually wanted to be home with their families. Huh? For better or worse. In sickness and in health. The good, the bad and ugly. Even the cousin who picked his nose was okay on Thanksgiving. Kind of.
My mother and aunts cooked all morning and well into the afternoon preparing the Thanksgiving feast. The uncles would drink Iron City beer and talk about how the Pirates would do better next season. Except in 1960 when they won the World Series. That year they just drank more beer.
Aunt Ann made her cranberry jello mold and Uncle Jim mashed the potatoes and carved the bird. And Aunt Mildred always made her rockin’ poppy seed roll. Uncle Johnny and Aunt Sadie yelled at us kids for making too much noise fighting over who got to pull the wishbone. But even they got a pass on Thanksgiving.
My family was far from perfect. As a matter of fact, we were downright dysfunctional in a charming Eastern European kind of way. But on Thanksgiving, the house always smelled and sounded like happiness and love To a seven year old AGMA, that was a magic all of it’s own.
The good old days.
Heed my warning – Thanksgiving’s in danger. I think it’s going to go the way of Pluto. Remember, Pluto got a planet “demotion” in 2006 because it just wasn’t up to snuff? People think that Thanksgiving’s not really a real holiday because there’s no big money to be made with it as a stand alone holiday. Because it’s not really a “job creator” holiday and it actually encourages people NOT to work, don’t be surprised if there is “holiday demotion” legislation introduced in 2015 from the Koch Brothers Fan Club (formerly known as Congress.)