OBAMA, MY MAN . . .
. . . has let this turkey go!
Is the turkey, like America, running on Dunkin? And why am I so obsessed with this Donut? Who says advertising doesn’t work? The subliminal message has indeed seeped through to the deep sub-concious and I am hearing messages in voice-over, almost as though they are long lost uncles and aunts who reassure me that I am not alone, not the foreigner I know myself to be.
So, sitting as I am on the other side of that pond which separates both so much and so little, and from where the Pilgrim Fathers sailed so long ago into a far distant and unknown sunset, I think of the many who sit together with family and turkey to give thanks. Which indeed they do and for a more thorough reading on the background I recommend you take a look at www.britoninnewyork.com
“Happy Holidays” they say to one and all, and you know what, they mean it! This is the holiday which transcends religious belief, – thank God, Yaweh and Allah and so many others, race – we are all of us from somewhere, and colour – we are all of us shades of black, brown and white.
In the spirit of this holiday therefore let us all pause a moment and give thanks. Me? I am so thankful not to be cooking a turkey today. That can wait until Christmas. More than once a year for any turkey is more than enough for me.
Christmas trees hit the streets tomorrow. They are out there lurking in vans, waiting to hit the streets in a burst of surprising spontaneity. As for Black Friday and the ding-a-ling of Christmas bells and cash registers . . . it is hardly surprising that Thanskgiving is such a favourite holiday for so many.