If the day after Thanksgiving is universally known as "black Friday," then two days after Thanksgiving has to be called "blue Saturday" (at least around the Hamilton house).
Traditionally, this is when we rummage through the attic and outside storage building looking for all our old Christmas decorations. By the end of the day .. ♪♫ it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas ♪♫ everywhere you go ♪♫ (including the bathroom .. it's really hard to 'go' with one of Santa's reindeer staring at you).
Poor, poor Thanksgiving. It's the "Rodney Dangerfield" of holidays.
Just as soon as Halloween is over (often, before), all the department stores begin setting up their Christmas displays (the politically correct term is actually 'holiday' displays .. as I said CHRISTmas displays .. Sarah Palin, you're not the only one going rogue) with total disregard for Thanksgiving.
I suppose in the grand scheme of things they sell more "toys than turkeys" so this is strictly a financial decision and you can't blame a business for trying to make a buck.
The sad truth is we are no better around our house.
Oh, we do gather together to ask the Lord's blessing as a family on Thursday. However, as soon as there are no leftovers .. leftover, we start playing Christmas music .. mostly a plethora of 'crooners' like Dean, Bing and Frank (Sinatra) .. sorry to burst your Buble, Mr. Christie .. as we try to get psyched for the merry month of December.
So, why is it a "blue Saturday?"
This used to be a family affair when the kids were here.
Now that it's just Cheryl and me, this is a bittersweet tradition.
How I miss putting up the tree and all the decorations while Drew and Megan did their part .. sleep in heavenly peace.
"I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety." - Psalm 4:8
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