Last night as we drove home, I said, “I’m getting excited for twinkly lights.” The Mister did not appreciate this comment. He promptly told me to shut my face. Sassy told me I should only be thinking about Thanksgiving dinner. This is easy for Sassy to say, since all she does is eat Thanksgiving dinner. I’m the one who’ll be in the kitchen with stock pots and cutting boards.
I agreed that I do indeed look forward to dry turkey sammiches and punkin pie, but I just love the twinkly lights. I really enjoy takin one holiday at a time, but who doesn’t love twinkly lights? That part of our neighborhood is always lit up for the season, and I love it.
Then The Mister brought up the fact that something else happens on this Thanksgiving day, and Moo shouted, “Daddy’s birthday!” as Sassy shouted, “Mama’s birthday!” which is weird, because Daddy’s birthday is right next to Moo’s…
The Mister said, “Right, because every 45 years, my birthday falls on Thanksgiving!” which had us all in stitches.
My birthday is on Thanksgiving again this year.
“There are two other things your mother loves about Thanksgiving day. She loves that stupid fucking parade and she loves that dumbass dog show. Fuckin Eukanuba, everyone!” We roared with laughter.
Tis true. I love the Macy’s parade and I love the dog show. I do get a little excited thinkin about Black Friday — how I will make that dry turkey sammich and turn that dog show on. I really will enjoy that.
I’m pretty laid-back about my birthday now. Like other people whose birthdays are around a holiday, I never get cards or presents on time, and have come to accept that I get lost in the shuffle. I always feel much worse about the people who must compete with Jesus, and totally get cheated, only getting that one big present for both celebrations. And those poor souls whose birthdays are on September 11th, when everyone’s somber. But then, I’m jealous of those lucky bastards who always get fireworks on their birthdays.
When I was young, I always wanted a summertime birthday. Friends with summer birthdays got bikes and bikinis, went to amusement parks, had sundae bars. Slumber parties and pool parties were definitely preferred. But no one can sleepover when they’re at Granny’s house for Turkey Day and it’s too cold to swim here now.
My parents took me to Disney World for my 18th birthday. My dad let me spend a small fortune and he rode Space Mountain with me.
Then they let me do this to them:
Ah, that was a great day! That more than made up for a childhood without the best birthday parties ever.
Now, at my age, I see my birthday differently. When it falls on Thanksgiving, being grateful for another year of life seems that much more important. Still…
Don’t you dare give me some decorative Santa towels for my birthday, or hand to God, I’ll wrap em up and give em back to you at Christmas!
Do you have a birthday around a holiday? Have you ever had a turkey grace your birthday cake? Have you ever put your parents in a pillory or taken a spin through Space Mountain?