A little bit of anything on a cold day could be counted as abundance. Some are reminded of the little match-stick girl outside windows, her last worldly possessions burning to keep her warm as she watches the festivities of us all. Chilling.
In all actuality, however, I think most are well to do in America. In Utah, at least, one doesn't often see anyone besides the rare professional beggar by the side of temple square. A starving child wouldn't last five seconds before some casserole crafting mother did something. I didn't make it ten miles on the freeway without a mini-van asking if I needed a ride. Case and point: Utah is a happy place, right? I think more dangers lie in comfort for us than in poverty.
In less than two weeks time we will soon be subject to "everyone look at a turkey" day. This proceeds into "Look at it fried, baked, and cooked." This leads to "Turkey sandwich day." This one bird, a bird that was once proposed to be the bird of America, is the sole subject of affection in our Thanksgiving dinner. How did this happen? Are we really all obsessed with its breasts? One thing is certain, you won't be eating a bald-eagle this Thanksgiving. The turkey is more America's bird than ever.
Am I speaking against eating much in thanksgiving? Nay. I am just bringing awareness to the strangeness of this wonderful season. I will say what it does do. It does bring family together. It does bring a unique spice to us. It does make us all feel like we have a bit too much, no matter who we are or what status our finances happen to be in. So come all, let's eat stuffing, cut down the turkey population (those frightening birds), and chat with our family in a merry sort of way. Much to be thankful for indeed.
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