By far my favorite holiday, its Thanksgiving's simple premise that makes it extraordinary: Cook and eat food with family or friends, and a world hushed and settled from its typical hustle and bustle serves as the holiday's backdrop.
No gifts to buy, no elaborate decorating to do ... and, most importantly, no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny.
Those annoying, imaginary mascots have become so ubiquitous during their seasons, they really need to create another word which would mean super-ubiquitous. Kind of like in 9th grade science class when we learned about saturation, only to discover when we flipped to the next page of our textbook, that something called super-saturation exists.
No, Thanksgiving is all about a real animal, a turkey. We kill it, cook it and eat it with people we like, or people we're willing to put up with for a few hours because we love them ... or so I've heard.
Though turkeys are just as synonymous with Thanksgiving as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are with Christmas and Easter, respectively, I take solace knowing that turkeys are, indeed, real, and have an actual connection to their holiday.
For that, and for that alone, the November holiday will always get my thanks.