2015 HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS MAGAZINE LINCOLN DAILY NEWS.COM NOVEMBER 25, 2015 Page 31
T
he holiday season has returned. I suppose
I should add “at last” to that sentence, as I
am sure most people feel that holidays are, as
the song says, “The most wonderful time of the
year.” For most people, this time of year is one
for creating good memories with loved ones, for
celebrating a Holy sense of Spirit, or for giving
thanks that they have made it through one more
year.
The holiday season is more like a holiday in
and of itself. Somewhere in July, a clock strikes
midnight and one continual Christmas party
starts. At two a.m. we stop to throw a Halloween
party, and at five a.m. we stop for Thanksgiving.
That’s right - we interrupt our holiday season for
other holidays. Imagine that. What follows is a
virtual twenty- two hours of what we are told is
mirth and merriment.
Like any other holiday party, everyone is too loud
and boisterous for anything productive to get
done or solid memories to really be made. Only
since there is time in between seeing each other,
we get to hear the same terrible opinions from
Uncle Jack twice in the same year. No, Jack,
I don’t remember how you feel about Cousin
Jimmy’s wedding in 1999. Why not tell me
again?
But maybe I’m wrong. I’m told every year that
I need to lighten up and enjoy the spirit of the
season. Maybe they’re right. Maybe there are
so many great things about this time of year
that I need to embrace like a bad sweater or my
stomach after too much canned “sauce.”
What do I love about the holidays, I wonder?
Thanksgiving
• I love the placement of Thanksgiving in the
calendar. Every January I glue myself to the
inevitable desk calendar that I received at
Christmas, trying to identify those rare times
of the upcoming year when I might be able
to get some sleep. Thanksgiving is like a
surprise birthday; you never know when it will
arrive. Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday
in November, but that never feels right.
Thanksgiving, much like the relatives that show
up for it, always feels too early or too late. To
further the image, Thanksgiving is like that niece
who dyes her hair every year; she doesn’t want
to be like your good ol’ predictable nephew
Christmas, who always manages to get the same
What I love about the
holidays (Or so I’m told)
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