Thanksgiving

I have always had a love/hate relationship with the this time of year. I love preparing for the holidays: planning parties, decorating the house, shopping for and wrapping presents, are a few of my favorite things. However, the day the holiday comes, I always become bitter. I never know what it is. Possibly the constant lethargy that never seems to match the amount of work I put into the day, or the fact that I am sometimes embarrassed with the amount of money wasted that could be put to a better use helping the impoverished. Either way, I am not a "Jolly Ol' Saint Nicholas" during Christmas or Thanksgiving and I always want to escape. Today was the same as any other holiday. I always fall into a rut, trying to enjoy my family and friends, but only able to observe the materialism of it all. I know, I of all people should be the last one to talk about materialism. There's just something about the holidays that annoy me and I cannot figure it out. It's odd because normally, I'm quite jolly. Maybe one day I'll figure it out but for now, I'll enjoy what I can and thank God for what He has given me. My family, my friends, my pets, my education, and my life. I'll even thank Him for those few days a year I utterly despise, the holiDAYS. Happy Thanksgiving all!