A holiday that shows up about a month & 1/2 after the 1st Christmas marketing ads hit prime time TV.
And about a week after the roof of the Little-House-On-The-Corner turns snow-white until sometime in April.
Yeah.
April.
Amidst the dash for the 6AM Savings on Black Friday, no wait, 5AM, no wait, 4AM, oh wait-my bad-8PM on Thanksgiving evening, somewhere in there there's supposed to be a time for "thanks".
A very hurried & harried "thanks".
A small curtsy or nod of acknowledgement before we bustle/hustle/storm into stores to buy things for a Holiday we're not quite sure anymore why we celebrate - other than to pay homage to deficit spending.
So I'm sitting here this morning, waiting for the sun to come up,
the Elixir of Knowledge steaming in a cup while the flames dance in the woodstove.
And I'm pondering this whole business of "thanks".
I kinda think I do it wrong.
It's supposed to be a year 'round thing - from what I've read and heard, anyway.
Like an "always" type of thing.
And I think that type of "thanks" would have to cover more than just the big things.
You know, like health, wealth, family - and the Packers winning.
An "always" kind of "thanks" would definitely have to cover all those little things.
The things that happen during a day, pretty much all the time.
I've heard them called "God-sightings", those little things.
Stuff that's equivalent to a 5 yr old getting one of those dinky Baby Ruths, without being good or quiet or anything.
Just because.
A small, neat thing for no apparent reason, other than Him telling me and you that He loves us.
Little quick blessings I so easily enjoy. So easily, in fact, that they go unnoticed.
Huh.
Well, I have almost 39 hours before the bedlam begins.
Yeah.
Might as well start now.
I think I'll "thanks", thank you.
And may you, too.
Think to "thanks", I mean.
And "Happy Thanksgiving".