Halloween is over. The costumes put away, the candy pillaged from our neighbors and, in my house anyway, soon to be gone as well. This morning my five-year-old sleepily wandered downstairs while I was making lunches and said, “Mom, Halloween is over. When’s Christmas?” I sighed and reminded him that there was a very special holiday in between that he was forgetting, but the lack of “what’s in it for me” associated with Thanksgiving for a child who doesn’t like turkey or football made him roll his eyes and fall back on the couch. Continue reading

