I look forward to Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday because it offers something for everyone. I have always loved The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and will let others indulge in the plethora of football games, turkey trots, and tv marathons. I wait with my basting spoon for the annual turkey pardoning, a tradition that tickles my funny bone. I am free from the worry of needing to buy presents for anyone. A warm house filled with delectable aromas, cherished friends, and loving family is a priceless gift.
But everything has changed because of Covid. They are still holding the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade but will not follow the usual 2.5-mile route, and it won’t feature the expected high school or college marching bands. The organizers are taping some sections. In the “live” portions, the producers are filming in front of the 34th Street store, treating it like a movie set intended for television viewers only. Football lovers won’t be disappointed and can watch three different games. Dinner won’t take hours to fix, the decorations haven’t left their boxes, and I don’t expect any guests. I could mistake Thursday for any other day.
Tomorrow’s menu includes creamy mashed potatoes, a sliced turkey breast, and homemade cranberry sauce. It hardly seems worthwhile to prepare the stuffing, giblet gravy, or my other Thanksgiving favorites. I put my expectations in group Zoom calls and countless text messages. One thing which doesn’t change this year is my gratitude. I am thankful for the health and happiness of those I love, despite endless challenges. Circumstances have knocked us down, but our spirit and our wills are strong. Adversity often reveals our true nature, and the care and compassion exhibited by some who were only strangers amaze me. I now consider them my dearest friends.
I wish you and your family a happy and safe Thanksgiving.
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Jo Hawk The Writer