Thanksgiving, to me, is a better holiday than Christmas.
That’s my hot take. I can already see people loading up their muskets. Or at least heading for the exits. But please… hear me out.
I have always loved Christmas. I adored it in my childhood (even without being raised to believe in Santa), and continued to think of it as the most fun holiday of the year in my freewheeling 20s and my married 30s.
But here in my 40s I have decided, in opposition to the empire’s demands of capitalism and the emotional mandates of Hallmark, that I quite prefer Thanksgiving. This despite the notable fact that I now have young kids, and they love Christmas. And I like numerous aspects of it too.
Call me a Grinch if you need to. Or maybe the Thanksgiving version of the Grinch (Christopher Columbus, perhaps?). But on this rock I will stand… Plymouth Rock, that is.
Okay, enough cheesy jokes. Here are my reasons for preferring Thanksgiving to Christmas. Judge for yourself if I’m way out of line. And torch me in the comments if needed!
Less capitalism
I know Black Friday has shoved its slimy tentacles all the way into Thanksgiving Day, a little more each year. That is an undeniably sad development. (And frankly gross, since who wants to be covered in slime at the holidays?)
But taken by itself, Thanksgiving doesn’t coerce us into spending nearly as much money as Christmas. No wrapping paper needed. No gift-exchanging pressure needed.
As a frugal dad who is strongly suspicious of capitalism, I dig that. So thanks, Thanksgiving.
More football
This one might negate part of the last one, I admit. But as an ardent fan of the NFL, I like a holiday that includes multiple options for pigskin-based entertainment.
I do not like the idea of families spending 6-10 hours of the day watching sports, to be sure. But for a family like mine that talks a lot and plays board games even more, adding a little football into the mix makes our family gatherings even better.
So I guess I’ll suspend my aversion to capitalism when it comes to large men throwing a ball to each other and hitting each other with bone-crunching ferocity. We all make occasional exceptions to our most firmly held principles, right?
Less ideology
One thing about Christmas is that it inspires dogmatic narratives. Fun and/or wondrous narratives, to be sure!
But to me, both the “You gotta believe in Santa” narrative and the “You gotta believe that baby Jesus was born to eventually die for our sins to give us a way to get to heaven” narrative are drenched in dogma. And that is deeply satisfying if you’re in the club! But it’s decidedly unsatisfying (and alienating) if you’re not.
Thanksgiving, on the other hand? The colonialist backbone of the holiday is tricky, for sure. But most people celebrate Thanksgiving without expecting others to fall in line with any specific belief.
As an ex-evangelical who has been proselytized many times since I deconstructed, I deeply appreciate a shared holiday that doesn’t require us all to have a shared belief.
More food
This one’s self-explanatory. As someone who appreciates food deeply (deep, uh, in my stomach), I love a holiday that’s built around eating. And while Christmas is assuredly that too, Thanksgiving is the holiday that really goes for the gusto — and the gut — in its insistence that is what truly brings people together is sitting around tables and consuming large quantities of food.
Now there’s an ideology I can get behind.
Less depression
On a much more serious note, Christmas is sadly a time when people often struggle with depression. It is far from “the most wonderful time of the year” for those of us who are seasonally affected, since it’s one of the most daylight-deprived days of the year. To be fair, Thanksgiving can also present mental health obstacles for those who have strained family relations. So this one is a bit of a toss-up.
But in my personal experience, I often feel blue (or at least blah) at Christmas but I rarely do at Thanksgiving. So take that for what it’s worth.
[On a side note, I hope you feel okay this November! Feel free to message me if you don’t. I am always glad to share solidarity with fellow mental health strugglers.]
Happy T(of)urkey Day, my fellow Americans. I hope you enjoy whichever of these are enjoy-able for you: Family, friends, food, football, and — oh yeah — fall hikes in the woods. I had forgotten about that last one, but post-Thanksgiving-dinner hikes or neighborhood walks are another of my favorite aspects of the holiday! Not quite as doable in late December.
Just for the record: I love ya, Christmas.
I just love ya more, Thanksgiving.
And I have so damn much to give thanks for.