Thanksgiving

Pour out your heart, for a moments praise, you of selfless thanks. Did you know that we made up this holiday? No celebrations, no gathering, no swapping of jovial thanks over full plates. Just another day to be merry over conquered days and hardships softened. Whatever the real story, for they are plenty, we can not pin-point precisely. Today, nonetheless, is Thanksgiving. We have made it a day for families. A day to recall the year and spill our thanks onto each other. "I'm thankful for family." "I'm thankful for my health." "I'm thankful for my freedom." We gush, with glowing eyes and genuine smiles as the table agrees with us. You're praised as if you were the first to give thanks, for such things, even though, they're the same cliches that everyone else in the country fumbles out, in an attempt to dodge any sort of creative, genuinely thought out answer. What are you thankful for? Think carefully, thoughtfully and quickly. It's not the SATs. There is no right answer. Eat your food, if you must, engorge your self with pumpkin spiced everything and gravy's galore, but, be thankful for something, please. If you're of the millions who drudge to airports out of duty to the holiday's name and place, carry on, I'm not speaking to you. To you 'Puritans', (ignorant, by the way, to any sort of history of such, who could not celebrate the simple birthday, let alone, this holiday), take part in the festivities and tell me; Why give name to this holiday? Why once a year are you forced to rack your brain for mundane everyday answers. Give lightly, people, everyday be thankful. You've so much to say for it. Not only on Thanksgiving.