In the hierarchy of holidays, I’ve often felt like Thanksgiving gets cheated. Christmas decorations and ads are springing up earlier each year, and it seems like the world wants to rush past November and get right to the carols, lights, nativity scenes and gift giving.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m the one who drives people in my house insane with Christmas music, beginning the day after Thanksgiving and lasting until January 6th, which marks the Epiphany and concludes the Twelve Days of Christmas.
It’s just that there’s something special about sitting around the dinner table at Thanksgiving with family and, at times, dear friends, reflecting on our blessings and thanking God for them.
Every Thanksgiving, I like going around the table and asking my wife and kids to recite what they’re most thankful for this year.
This Thanksgiving is going to be different, though. My wife has described this year as the worst of her life, and that brings me such sadness because it’s my circumstances that are responsible for her pain.