A random post about Thanksgiving

Warning: I've concluded that if you're not me, this post won't make much sense. I guess this post won't make sense, then.
     Let me start by saying that I really love Thanksgiving. Stuffing my face until I'm sure I'm not going to eat again until Christmas. I love finally listening to Christmas music (even though I have already been since October). It's pretty nice that my cousins and I sit at the table arguing and playing word games instead of awkwardly listing what we're thankful for. Everyone uses the same thing, anyway. Family. Pets. Food.
     I have to say though, I hate that flood of emails and commercials that all protest about something along the lines of turkey annihilation. It's worse than the Chick-fil-a cow. The most annoying of all are the people who try to be funny and wish me a Happy Turkey Day, which comes in comparison to how much I hate pumpkin pie and potato skins.
      The best thing that I can think of right now, though, is the break from school. I'm homeschooled, so I don't get many days off. If I can do school, I have to do school. I don't want to think about Chiang Kai-shek and the Chinese Nationalists saving Taiwan from communism or Escribe el pronombre y la forma del verbo que corresponden a la persona again until Monday. Not only that, I need a break from incessant piano playing for lack of something better to do or guilt on Saturday because I'm playing video games and not living in the woods making a log cabin or something.
     Another bonus: reading The Hobbit and Robin Hood for eight hours in the car tomorrow morning.
     So this Thanksgiving, remember. Turkeys were created for us to enjoy. But don't carelessly say "Happy Turkey Day!" to me. Because I will smack you.