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Nov. 24th, 2011 08:28 amGOOD MORNING EVERYONE. Wake up, it's Thanksgiving!
On this day, as on July the fourth, we mourn the rift between ourselves and the motherland. The sense of adriftness, the quiet grief which has become a part of our national culture since separating from our brethren overseas is never more poignantly illustrated than on this day. Oh, the stern sermons upon reconciliation! The self-flagellatory trials of strength, and the dirgelike funerary parades! We shall eat only lean fowl, dried bread soaked in broth, stewed berries, and root vegetables.
Tomorrow we observe a day of sober reflection upon our tumultuous, unsettling history: Black Friday. Nobody dares go into the street! By the law of our forefathers, there shall be neither trading nor selling upon this day, and only the leftovers of the previous day's small, spartan meal shall be consumed. Truly it is the darkest day of the year.
Yea, these two days are a time of great weeping and gnashing of teeth, and only the brief, adrenaline-fueled excitement of the traditional Trip To The Grocery Store For Stuff We Forgot We Needed breaks the somber atmosphere. As we gather with our families in the spirit of mutual support, sympathy, and intergenerational understanding, let us remember those who came before, and shed a solitary tear in their name.
On this day, as on July the fourth, we mourn the rift between ourselves and the motherland. The sense of adriftness, the quiet grief which has become a part of our national culture since separating from our brethren overseas is never more poignantly illustrated than on this day. Oh, the stern sermons upon reconciliation! The self-flagellatory trials of strength, and the dirgelike funerary parades! We shall eat only lean fowl, dried bread soaked in broth, stewed berries, and root vegetables.
Tomorrow we observe a day of sober reflection upon our tumultuous, unsettling history: Black Friday. Nobody dares go into the street! By the law of our forefathers, there shall be neither trading nor selling upon this day, and only the leftovers of the previous day's small, spartan meal shall be consumed. Truly it is the darkest day of the year.
Yea, these two days are a time of great weeping and gnashing of teeth, and only the brief, adrenaline-fueled excitement of the traditional Trip To The Grocery Store For Stuff We Forgot We Needed breaks the somber atmosphere. As we gather with our families in the spirit of mutual support, sympathy, and intergenerational understanding, let us remember those who came before, and shed a solitary tear in their name.
