A Hogwarts holiday
Maybe I’ll watch all of the Harry Potter films this Thanksgiving — or at least my favorite ones.
For me, the annual holiday season starts with Halloween and continues through Epiphany — or until I take down my Christmas tree, which was up year-round a few yuletides back. But it was sooo pretty.
Anyway, I embrace the holidays with a bear hug. Always have. But I used to be a slave to tradition more than I am now, and it often led to disappointment. After all, those gilt memories from childhood of watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and studying the Sears Wish Book are hard to compete with, especially as they are populated with people who have either moved to other states with their own families or moved on from this life entirely.
It took awhile, perhaps until as recently as last year, to stop comparing the emotional fulfillment of the here and now with experiences past. Not to channel “Chicken Soup for the Vegetarian Soul” or whatever the latest incarnation is titled, but it truly pays to be present in and appreciate the moment you’re living in right this second. That’s especially true for the sappy-prone, carol-singing, “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer”-watching freaks like me — or, more importantly, those who have a different kind of holiday ahead of themselves because folks they love won’t be around this year.
The key to coping and, ideally, having a grand ol’ time upon doing so is to try something new — preferably, something you might actually want to do. For example, my Thanksgiving, which again will be spent away from my family, will not, however, be spent at Black Friday sales. I’d probably be more for standing in line in the cold with a bunch of strangers if there was a dessert table on wheels beside me, complete with pecan pie and eggnog doused liberally with amaretto. Now, that is a tradition I could get behind in a heartbeat.
Fond as I am of movie marathons, maybe I’ll watch all of the Harry Potter films this Thanksgiving — or at least my favorite ones from the franchise (the first, third and final three films). If I were really creative (i.e., not as lazy as I’ve already committed to being), I’d throw together a Hogwarts-themed Thanksgiving complete with … Lord, I don’t know. Magical turkey? Harry Potter foods escape me. Of course, if I attempt to cook anything on Thanksgiving, that alone would be magical.
I like the idea of a game night on Thanksgiving that would go into the wee hours of Friday. That reminds me of the card games we’d play at Mamaw Wright’s house or Clue and Monopoly at Mamaw Walters’. Personally, I’m partial to old standbys like Trivial Pursuit (probably because the game pieces resemble pie) and Taboo (because I can eat pie when it’s the other team’s turn).
It might be a good idea to make a running event or holiday hike a new tradition, considering my obvious affinity for pie. Oh my Lord, the Pie Run! Is that a thing? If not, it needs to be. Every half mile, you have a tiny slice of pie. I’m hoping this would just be a 5K. Still, I can imagine that dozens of people would be interested in this, especially if walking was an option.
Whatever activity I decide upon — sorry, brace yourself for “Chicken Soup for the Vegetarian Soul: Part Deux” — it’s going to be spent in a spirit of gratitude that I can celebrate however I wish. Moreover, I have oodles for which to be thankful — and those memories, both old ones and new ones I’ll make, are at the top of my list.