The entire day builds up to this enormous feast, but once you’re done eating, it feels just like any other meal. You’re full, a bit bloated, maybe you burp a little.
And then you clear the table, wash the dishes, and curse under your breath because you realize it’s not the weekend, and you have to go to work tomorrow.
I say this all with confidence because I’ve changed out of my nice clothes and into baggy, comfy sweats.
Don’t judge. My jeans look great, but they didn’t allow my belly to breathe after an enormous meal. Plus, they don’t go well with my stylish turkey hat!
Just be thankful you’re not here to witness it.
Honestly, though, holidays are pretty much all like this, aren’t they? Lots of build up, tons of excitement, and then they just kind of end and leave you huddled in the corner wondering why life is so boring again.
Christmas is the worst offender, of course.
There are songs, lights, presents, parties, cookies, cakes, kisses under the mistletoe, carolers, egg nog, ugly sweaters, movies, TV specials, Secret Santa, cards, trees, ornament, more songs, and more presents.
And then it just ends.
Now I get why people get depressed during the holidays. They’re not bummed about the holidays themselves. They’re reacting to the void in their lives once the holidays vanish and everything goes back to normal again.
I’ve often said that we should leave Christmas decorations up until the first day of Spring. Winter is a dark, dreary, cold time. The colorful Christmas lights change all that. They add warmth and joy, which are both so badly needed…especially after you’re shoveling out from under the fifth blizzard of the season.
I don’t know if Thanksgiving could really do anything to right this wrong. Maybe the trick is to not think of it as anything other than the third Thursday of November. A day off from work with bonus football is pretty great, right?
Having done that, tonight’s looking pretty good. There’s apple pie in the fridge and a great football game on TV. Damn, that’s awesome for a Thursday!
Glad I’m wearing my sweats, so I can just sprawl out on the couch and chill.
Happy Third Thursday of November, Modern Philosophers!