A few of you may be familiar with the cartoon character Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown is a normal everyday kid who owns a dog, goes to school, and hangs out with his friends.I like Charlie Brown because he reminds me of my older brother. Both of them are a bit quirky, ask deep questions, and are a bit odd. Around Christmas time my older brother likes to show us the movie “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” thus it’s kind of natural for me to associate Charlie Brown with the holidays. In this movie, Charlie Brown questions what the true meaning of Christmas is. Similarly, I have begun to question what the true meaning of Thanksgiving is.
It may come as a shocker to some of you, but this is the first year I’ve ever looked forward to Thanksgiving. I’m a bit of an anti-social, scrooge one might say. Spending five hours with people, and thereby giving up my whole day off, never appealed to me. I’d much rather stay home and spend the time with family. But this year was different. I got excited for all the good food, I was going to have a good attitude towards people this year, and I was prepared to have the best Thanksgiving ever. All the holiday cheer made me lose sight of what I was actually celebrating. In fact, I’m not even sure why I do celebrate Thanksgiving. I felt like Charlie Brown. Charlie always does his best to be festive and excited, but in the end he always questions why he’s doing what he’s doing. Despite the historical origins of Thanksgiving, for me personally, it has come to mean a time to take a step back and be thankful for the things we take for granted. It’s the little things in life that make life worth living.