As November rolls around, Americans all start thinking about turkey.
I start thinking about turkey too, sort of. But the turkey I’m thinking about is the one I’m going to stuff and eat for Christmas.
There are many, many reasons that I love living in Canada. Among them are universal healthcare, clean air (up here in the North, anyway), and Thanksgiving in early October. Why, you ask, am I so happy to celebrate this holiday a month and a half earlier than my red, white and blue neighbours? Simple. As soon as the pumpkins have shrivelled up and I’ve sported my Remembrance Day poppy for two weeks, I start seeing lights.
Christmas lights. Continue reading