Dear Thanksgiving: a Love Letter

Dear Thanksgiving,

I’m sure you get a lot more thank-you notes than love letters but I wanted to let you know how much you mean to me. I love that you don’t require presents and that you’ve more successfully avoided the greeting card companies and rampant commercialism than other holidays (shame on you, Valentine’s Day). I love that I can wish you upon anyone without fear of making a social faux pas. I love that you come in the middle of the week and force everyone to make time out of their routine to observe you.

I love how you combine good company and good food into a national celebration. You take bitter (beer), salty (roast vegetables), sour (cranberry sauce) and sweet (pumpkin pie) and transform them into a beautiful umami production. Your wonderful ability to make us more aware of all that we have, instead of the things we don’t have is greatly needed and appreciated. Even when you tempt me to eat more than I should, I love you because I know you just wanted me to experience the richness of life and to make sure Grandma knew just how much I love her and her sweet potato casserole.

Most of all, I love the way you always bring the focus back to loved ones, family, community. On a day usually dedicated to overindulgence, I love that I can find yogis coming together to share their goodwill and their practice at Yoga One for a ten o’clock class before going home for the big meal. It’s nice to be reminded that Thanksgiving isn’t all about the food (however delicious), but rather the people with whom you choose to spend the day.


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