Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Thanksgiving secrets

The holidays can be stressful, and sometimes they trigger long-suppressed, painful memories. This Thanksgiving I finally decided to take a step toward personal healing, and revealed to Joe a well-hidden family tragedy surrounding Thanksgiving.

"You know how in most families, everyone takes a nap after Thanksgiving dinner?" I said.

"Yeah," he said, remembering his own turkey-induced naps with fondness.

"Well, we never took Thanksgiving naps in my family," I said sadly.

He stared at me.

"And," I said -- figuring since I had uncorked the bottle of sad memories, I may as well empty it -- "we never grazed on leftovers all day and night."

He looked at me with great sympathy. "Oh, my poor sweetie. I never knew you were so deprived."

"In fact --"

He stopped me. "I think you've relived enough trauma for one day," he said comfortingly.

I had been about to say that I never even got to take leftover turkey sandwiches to school, because by the time Monday rolled around, we -- by which I mean chiefly my father -- had eaten all the turkey. My friends were jealous, because they had to eat turkey sandwiches for a week afterward, and would have happily traded them for salami.

I guess we all suffer in some way or other. But at least they all had each other to commiserate with.

"You know what else?" I said to Joe.

"You don't have to talk about this anymore," he assured me.

"It's okay," I said, looking guilty at my further revelation. "I really don't even like turkey," I whispered. "Neither does my brother."

"Isn't that, like, un-American?" Joe said.

"Well, we eat it," I said defensively. "But we'd really rather have Thanksgiving lasagna."

Joe thought maybe Thanksgiving lasagna would be okay. As long as he could still take a nap afterward.

Note to readers: If you, like me, suffer from the stigma of having family traditions that do not meet the Accepted Standard for Holiday Celebrations set forth by the National Nostalgia Association, I encourage you to talk to a professional. Or Joe. He's much cheaper.

2 comments:

A Nosy Neighbor said...

As I've already confessed to you, our feast has consisted of the Traditional Thanksgiving Enchiladas for many years. This year, however, we partook of the Overly Expensive Pastured Grain/No Antibiotics or Any Other Man Made Substance Fed Turkey...It was dry.

ilovecomics said...

Sorry we missed it!