Thanksgiving, I'm flying home to spend the weekend with family by popular demand. The last year or two I've skipped it because it's a pain in the ass to travel for 4 days (when everyone ELSE is ALSO traveling), but my mom felt like having me home this year. Possibly because it's been the longest she's gone without seeing me in, well, my life -- 6 whole months!
Dad said something about prime rib instead of turkey this year. We do turkeys some years, but we've done lobster, peanut butter and jelly and weird variations on turkey (like deep fried -- mmm, gallons of boiling oil!).
Christmas... well, I know I'm going home because my mother is having hip replacement surgery on the 15th and I need to be home as soon as my finals have finished so I can take care of errands and things while she's recovering. We've skipped Christmas the past couple years due to a combination of my being away at school (thus only home for a week or two -- I have a younger brother who lives at home, but he's a Grinch unless it involves presents) and financial constraints, but we used to go all out, get a tree, decorate the house, spend a night hanging up all the sentimental ornaments, piles o' presents, et cetera. I might be able to talk them into a tree this year, at least. I hope.
I love the holiday season. I really, really, REALLY despise the commercialism -- you can ask Andrew; I rant constantly about the decorations and things going up in stores
before Halloween -- and avoid Black Friday like the plague, but I really enjoy the spirit of community that arises during the season. I love spending time with family and friends, I love spending the time reminiscing over previous holidays, I love talking about the optimism for the next year and fond memories from the previous, I love the baking and candy making, I love wrapping presents, and I love the look on someone's face when they open a present from me and I can tell they love the thought I've put into it.
Warm and fuzzy feelings. Holiday Glee indeed.