I take Delight in Gourds

I have a confession to make, I like holidays. I don't just like them a little I like them a lot. I like having the excuse of wishing a complete stranger Happy Thanksgiving because on just a regular day I would stare awkwardly pass their shoulder pretending that they didn't exist as we rode whatever random elevator together. I look forward to watching the thanksgiving day parade even if it does just consist of large creepy dancing teddy bears and singers who lip sync songs while riding upon large extravagant floats. Side note: It also may or may not be true that during a thanksgiving parade break a commercial for the upcoming olympics accompanied by the song One Day by Matisyahu came on and it also may or may not be true that I became a little emotional. I love the huge turkey that barbeques slowly on the outside porch until it becomes golden brown and delicious. I even love that on this particular Thanksgiving my brother secretly previously drank almost all of the apple cider leaving one lone bottle for dinner. I am amused when the same bottle is opened and half the contents spill out upon the kitchen floor. I enjoy all of these moments but the thought that comforts me the most on this day is that people from all walks of life sit down together at about the same time on the same day to eat a meal together. Despite how incredibly cheesy that may sound, for one day life seems to make sense and I love it unconditionally because not a lot makes sense to me anymore.