Happy? Holidays

I have a love-hate relationship with the holiday season. I love the holidays (Groundhog Day is my favorite and is totally under appreciated), I love them because they're the holidays and who doesn't love them, right? There's Thanksgiving, The fat people's holiday, it is the day that the entire country has an excuse to eat everything they can fit into their stomachs for no reason what-so-ever. Thanksgiving is the most incredible, yet pointless holiday in the whole holiday season. There is no reason we should celebrate a bunch of badly dressed foreigners deciding it was not a good idea to kill the only people that knew how to survive in that time. Well, they knew how to survive everything with the exception of smallpox, because that's what the pilgrims brought to the first Thanksgiving. "Thank you" the pilgrims said, "We will survive because you are smarter than us and we will thank you with a disease that will kill you all... you're welcome," (the pilgrims didn't actually give the indians smallpox).

Back on my original subject, the holidays are a great because they give an excuse to get together with family and friends and be happy all the time. The holidays aren't so great because of all the stress that goes into them. Since Thanksgiving just happened, I'll use that as an example. Thanksgiving is awesome because, again, you have an excuse to stuff your face and not be judged. There's just so much that goes into it, making me wonder, is it really even worth it? If you think about it, you spend the week freaking out about who is bringing what to dinner and how much there needs to be, who is all coming, whether or not to invite Crazy Aunt Carol (not a real person), and if the whole family gets together now, worrying if they will be able to get together at Christmas based on where they are coming from and their financial situation. That's all before the actual day. Then when Thanksgiving Day finally comes, there's the rush around to make everything and eat and digest before getting in line that evening in order to get the best deals at your favorite stores for Black Friday (that starts on Thursday). To finish up the week, you then go on a hunt for the cheapest gifts and the best deals (which, most of the time, aren't even on Black Friday to begin with). After all the events of the previous week, there is the clean up. Taking people to the airport, cleaning all the left overs and dishes, getting rid of all the mistake buys from Black Friday, and regretting everything you've eaten throughout the entire week and weekend.

Don't get me wrong. Thanksgiving is a beautiful holiday that gives me the excuse to eat nonstop and feel bad about myself until Christmas, but it just seems to be too much of a hassle to be called a holiday. Groundhog day, on the other hand, has a movie named after it, has an adorable, fluffy creature involved and is the absolute highlight of February. But that's probably just me who thinks that...