Amy Holtz: The truth is, I’m a Minnesotan

November 28, 2017

There’s a fairly persistent rumour about Thanksgiving being bigger than Christmas in America. Fount of Yankee knowledge though I am, the honest truth is I’m not really sure.

 

There’s the big meal, of course, which my family doesn’t have at Christmas – turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy and green beans and, I shudder, pumpkin pie. On the whole, the holiday is about eating as much as possible, which means fighting your distant relatives off with sharp elbows, and then rushing to the basement to avoid doing the dishes and falling into a heavy tryptophan-induced coma on the sofa while the Vikings lose to some third-rate team like Green Bay, which is punctuated by commercials for Viagra (after all, Christmas is coming up) and all the electronics you don’t need but tend to buy en masse the next day – Black Friday. (For my part, I’m very sorry about importing this consumerist tradition into your hallowed realm).

 

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