I will praise God’s name in song and glorify him with thanksgiving.
The Thanksgiving leftovers are either polished off or in scraps in baggies in the fridge.
The fall decor is back up in the attic and the Christmas boxes have disgorged their contents onto any non-moving surface throughout the house.
We've already watched White Christmas. And the cards have been sent out.
It has begun.
The full onslaught of Noel mania. With the all the right reasons. And all the materialistic, idealistic, stressful ones.
But I just want to linger a little longer. I just want to mentally stay gathered around the dining table, laughing and talking, no heavy expectations, just the celebration of a holiday that involves a good meal and gratitude. Maybe that's why Thanksgiving has become my favorite holiday, no frantic shopping or parties or kids hopped up on candy.
Just a blessed pause. A pause whose one carol is thanks.
Tomorrow will begin the Christmas sprint for us, a gallop of weeks filled with parties and performances, gifts and get-togethers, toys and travel. It's wonderful and exhausting and precious.
But tonight, I'll enjoy one more bite of dressing with a little side of turkey. And I'll savor a sweet dessert of thanks.
Because Thanksgiving shouldn't come but once a year.