We’re getting into what’s known as the holiday season, at least in the U.S. This weekend, as a matter of fact, is Columbus Day weekend, and banks are closed, as well as no mail delivery, on Monday. Yeah, we still give Columbus credit for discovering a country that was already thriving; so be it.
When I was a kid, I loved all holidays; I think most kids do. As I got older, I stopped liking every holiday except Thanksgiving. That was when Mom pulled out the stops when it pertained to food. She’d make the large turkey with homemade cornbread dressing, giblet gravy, mashed potatoes, yams, peas (okay, I didn’t like this part, but it was part of the bargain) and of course the hot rolls. Then later on we’d have our choice of either homemade sweet potato pie or strawberry cake; yeah, I hate strawberries, but there was something about Mom’s number one homemade dessert that overruled it all.
Since Dad passed Mom has stopped cooking, and thus the day isn’t any different than any other time I visit her. So, it’s now swinging around to Christmas, where I love seeing the faces of people when they get gifts from me, and I’m starting to enjoy once more receiving gifts from others; I hadn’t enjoyed that since I was 13, and I’m not sure why. Christmas was also my dad’s favorite holiday; I don’t think Mom ever had a favorite holiday, and that puts her with my wife.
So there’s the question; what’s your favorite holiday, no matter where you live?