They might be faulty, but they’re my memories

Tomorrow is my favorite holiday. Thanksgiving. If I had to give a reason why it was my favorite, I’m not sure I could. It just makes me feel happy inside. There’s no stress about it for me, unlike Christmas, with the picture and the card and the letter and the gifts and the travel and the expectations and the music (which I do love) and the letdown. And then four months more of cold and dark and snow. Thanksgiving is just about the food and the parade and the hangin’ out. The day looks something like this:

Parade

Cook

Eat

Hang

And that’s it. Tom makes his incredible crockpot stuffing (which will be slightly different this year, with gluten free bread and low sodium chicken broth), I make pecan pie (my all-time favorite), and well…yum.

Thanksgiving has always been like this for me. Food, family, and fun.

Which brings me to my favorite Thanksgiving memory. I must have been A’s age, seven, when this happened. My Gram was visiting us for the holiday and she and I were watching the Macy*s Thanksgiving Day Parade. My love for this parade probably came from watching it with her; I still get all verklempt watching the Rockettes. So we were watching the parade together, my folks were in the kitchen working on the meal, and here comes Santa. The music is playing, Santa is smiling and waving, and he stands up.

And his pants fall down.

She and I laughed until we cried. Now, what you have to know about my Gram is that she was a proud Irishwoman, native New Yorker, and her personality was exactly like A’s. Outgoing, didn’t know a stranger, great sense of humor. She and A would have been best friends. She laughed til she couldn’t talk. She laughed until she could barely breathe. She told everyone she could find. I mean, Santa’s pants fell down!

Is this story true? I have no idea. I have tried to find online confirmation of this happening and come up with nothing. But it is truly one of my very favorite memories of Thanksgiving and of my Gram. I miss her dearly, and most of all on Thanksgiving Day.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, everyone. May your turkey be moist, your yams be marshmallowy, and your blessings be many.

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10 Responses

  1. Thanks for sharing your sweet memory. I love those laughing until you can’t breathe moments. I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving too.

  2. I still call my first aunt/mother-in-law to wish her a happy Thanksgiving. Only now she’s gone. But there is a fun twist to this story. for many years, I would call, but get the phone number exchange just one digit wrong and call some woman across town instead of across the state. One town was 872 and the other was 892. Oops. Well, the lady who answered was a sport, we wished each other happy holidays and I dialed more carefully the next time. Then came Christmas. Same thing. We laughed and again I dialed more carefully. Then came Easter, and Mother’s Day and then Thanksgiving again. Yep, every time I call the wrong woman. Every time we laugh and share news and wish each other well. Last year, my ex had not told me that her aunt had died over the summer, so I could not get through. I spoke with the other woman though, and that was nice. At Christmastime learned of her death. It was sad, but I still call the other woman. We’re old friends now. Never met, but old friends just the same. After all, we’ve been chatting several times a year for something like a decade. I look forward to calling her tomorrow morning after the turkey is in the oven and I am having my first civilized cup of coffee. Happy holiday to you out there in the mountains!

  3. Okay, I’m a REALLY good googler and this was too funny to be this hard to find! I can’t find an article but it definitely happened in 79 (or 78?) as santa walked towards macy’s after getting off the float. Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday, and it’s the main reason I look forward to the seasons changing. It sure makes great memories.

  4. Evan picked up the beginning of the parade today… and he’s hooked! Love that thing. Happy Thanksgiving!

  5. Happy Thanksgiving!

  6. LOL! I don’t remember that one and I have methodically watch the parade every year. I mean it’s a New York thing, why miss it!

    Hope you have a lovely day. Oh and I might need that crock pot stuffing recipe, sounds delightful.

  7. Very funny memory! Good to know there were wardrobe malfunctions even back then…

  8. I did the crock pot stuffing for the first time this year. I’ll never bake it again! It was soooo awesome!

  9. I so remember Santas pants fall down. My mom remebers it also.

    Every year we say I wonder if Santa ‘s pants will fall down this year

  10. OMG, that is too funny. I’m with your Gran, I’d have laughed until I cried too.

    Happy holiday my friend. Hope the stuffing was terrific.

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