I refuse to take part in anything remotely Christmasy until thanksgiving is over.
The radio station here in the tri-state area has already begun the x-mas tunes. Not x-men but x-mas. We were driving around trying to find where we could buy a tofu turkey, getting lost in Chappaqua, searching for the clin-tons, knowing Buddy's ghost was wandering the streets and suddenly I hear George Michaels voice. "last Christmas I gave you my heart....Nooooooooo. I cannot listen to that until AFTER thanksgiving. It's wrong.
Melvin told me he didn't want a turkey this year, I said that's cool because I didn't feel like making it. I have lot's of cool side dishes to make. I know my ancestors didn't put chocolate in their pie, because sadly they didn't have it, but I'm sure they would do it and I have a very lovely recipe.
I guess I'm sort of sad about the whole Pilgrim/Indian thing. Did the Pilgrims really steal food? I didn't think anything really bad started happening until the Pilgrims hired mercenaries.
I know I have lost my way with Thanksgiving and I'm just trying to find a happy place. Making peace with myself and everyone.