I know this should be a super cheery holiday and all, but this post doesn’t start in a jolly way. Yesterday someone asked me “How do Dominicans celebrate Thanksgiving?”
I grinned, and said, “You’re too funny.”
He gave me a bewildered look, and my eyes opened as wide as his when a thought came to mind… But I didn’t want to jump to hasty conclusions, so I asked instead. “Are you serious, or was that a trick question?”
“No… sorry I asked.” The sad look on his face almost made me feel bad—almost. Then he opened his mouth again and the almost went poof. “It must be very upsetting not to be able to celebrate Thanksgiving. I knew the Dominican Republic was a poor country, but I didn’t know things were so horrible.”
I shook my head and prayed ignorance wasn’t contagious. I know that’s a terrible thing to say, but a thirty-something-year-old man who went to high school AND to college should have known why Dominicans don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, shouldn’t he?
I was so tempted to say, I’m sure Dominicans would have come to the States to celebrate Thanksgiving, if the Pilgrims or the Indians would have sent an invitation; my people will go anywhere for free food. But don’t worry we aren’t too sad about it, we understand the oceans were too dangerous then.
However, I didn’t say any of the above. I was overcome by the spirit of the season and decided to share my superior, um… 3rd grade knowledge. I explained that we didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving because the holiday is only celebrated in the US and Canada. We talked about the details of the harvest festivities and laughed. I also told him I was going to make fun of him on this post, but that he shouldn’t feel too bad. At least he wasn’t the man who sent “a message of support to Canada and its struggling national igloo.”
So today, I’m thankful to know people who are not too grand to laugh at their own silliness. I’m also thankful for second chances, new beginnings, love, plus a whole bunch of other things that would make this list way too long.
Happy Thanksgiving my, Wicked Darlings… everywhere.