Thanks for the Clothes on my Back

 BE THANKFUL FOR THE CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK

So it’s around 10 A.M. on Thanksgiving  Day 2021 and this marks  the 400th anniversary  of this time when the people in charge of this country welcomed some undocumented  immigrants for a grand feast.  How welcoming are we these days?   Well let’s not get into politics and wreck the ravenous spirit of retail and calories that is about to erupt nationwide.  Let’s give thanks…. Oh and if you are not having the best day already then start simple be thankful for the clothes on your back.  

You see the average American is indeed historically rich when it comes to the threads we are owning and wearing.  Four hundred years ago the average American and European owned 3 sets of clothes.  We are likely to wear three sets of clothes today if you count sweats which of course after the turkey, stuffing, potato’s and gravy and pie we will need to comfortably watch parades and football and football and football and did we mention football?  

So yep the average American  female now owns 30 outfits.  No not 30 socks—outfits when less than 300 years ago. And maybe even sooner that was 3.  Now husbands. And boyfriends really had it made because  they only owned 3 choices as well… so there wasn’t any “are you going to wear that?” Chats and “Do I look fat in that?”  Just wasn’t a concern… everybody knew what everyone looked like  in every outfit available.  So there wasn’t  all that fuss about the latest fashion and if people in the same family or village were the same time there. Was considerable clothes swapping.  Anyway enough about clothes… thanksgiving  is also about those parades where Santa Claus comes to town at the end…. Let’s explore a little here shall we?

First, when I was young I marveled at the parades that had the big Bullwinkle  helium ballon being guided through the city.  I did however wonder what would happen if Frank and his 7 friends had an argument  the night before and his pals decided to  all drop their  rope at once when Frank  wasn’t in view like around the corner on a turn?  Up, up, and away for Frank?  

Oh and Santa coming to town that song?  You better. Watch out?  Christmas is supposed to be a holiday about promise and live so why should we watch out.  You better not cry?  What…are we being trained to deal with disappointment and thus  is there an assumption we will all have overblown or inflated expectations?  Well he sees you when you’re sleeping and knows when you’re awake?  What?  Who is this old guy who is constantly spying on kids?  Isn’t there laws that protect our youth against this sort of thing?  People of a certain faith or faiths believe that a deity  is watching them…now we have to watch out for a jolly old elf doing the same thing?  Only Catholic  nuns should have this kind. Of power not someone who bosses elves around and has a diet of cookies and milk.  

Well… it is time to put the turkey  in the oven and peel some spuds that will mashed and smothered  in butter and sour  cream or maybe  just be formed into a little lake-shaped thing where we can construct a gravy lake that can be smashed releasing a brown stream forming a moat around  the plate.  Oh and no worries about this  gravy getting on things because there will be a new plate for pie…. Be it chocolate, pumpkin, sweet potato or banana cream…there will be pie!

So to sum up… you better watch out and be thankful for the sweats you own along with 20 some extra outfits—all of which you make look great dear—- and let’s see long it is till the Red Man brings a sleigh and the whistle blows….

However most of all….

remember  to welcome  many to your table everyday and give thanks for this journey we call life.  Too soon for nibbling?  I think not…Happy Thanksgiving