It's thanksgiving day, far far away, and the mother goes outside to watch her kids play. The sun is setting- the darkness comes down, and no streetlights come on to light up this town. A tiny light flickers above the windowpane, and the father stands in the door, wearily resting on the doorframe. The mother turns to him with a beautiful smile; he reaches out his arms and just holds her for a while. He's thankful for all of the days that they've had, thankful that his job isn't really that bad. Thankful that he earns enough to get by, and so very thankful that his kids never cry, "Daddy I'm starving!" or "Dad I'm so cold," for there's food on the table even if the ceiling grows mold. The slums that they live in are very diverse, and right across the way is a mother singing another verse. She's rocking a baby and holding her tight, praying that God will bring sleep on this night. She's thankful for her neighbor, who's girl earns her way by tending and caring for the baby each day while the mom goes to work, just earning enough to get by, to put food on the table and not have to lie--lie down on a dirt floor with no roof for their heads, instead they get a small shack, including a bed. Yes, there is much to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving night.
Now it's thanksgiving here, and what do we do? We fill ourselves full and pay all our dues. We make up the turkey and bake all the bread, and say our prayers politely with dreams in our head. We fill ourselves to bursting and pile on more. We pray for needy strangers but then shut and lock the door. There is so much we could do if we'd only look about; if we could stand up from our chairs and stray from our culture's route.
That being said, I think Thanksgiving is awesome. It's a time where family and friends can get together and share a meal; a delicious meal. It's a time when people join together and be thankful.
There are so many things I'm thankful for.
So many beautiful, wonderful things.