Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I mean, I like Easter and Christmas. But Thanksgiving is my favorite.
I noticed today that my local town has hung up their Christmas decorations. Each light pole has a tacky light-up angel or a wreath stuck to it. My kids said, "Mom! Is it almost Christmas?" You'd think so. I was at Lowe's before Halloween, and they had Christmas decorations out already. It was frightening.
Poor Thanksgiving. It's like nobody cares.
I love Thanksgiving because it is a great day to remember God's blessings on my life. I love that I get to see my dearest friends and family. I love that there are no presents. No lights. No tree. No stress. I love that there's a great feast to remind us how rich we truly are.
And so I stubbornly refuse to pull out any Christmas decorations. I don't want to hear Bing Crosby or Andy Williams or Nat King Cole crooning to me about the wonders of the season. I don't want to think about whether I remembered to buy ornament hooks last year. I don't want to bake cookies. I don't want to wrap gifts (ever). I don't want to watch It's a Wonderful Life. Yet.
For now, I just want to slow down and be thankful. And eat some pumpkin pie.