wedonot: (Best bedtime story.)
Dr. Charles Xavier ([personal profile] wedonot) wrote2013-11-27 02:02 pm

SEVENTY FIVE ✖ VOICE & SPAM

[Hey Barge, you know what you were in the mood for?

I hope you said a history/Earth culture lesson, because that's what you're about to get.]


As I'm sure a good portion of you are aware, tomorrow is the fourth Thursday of November, which means some of us will be either celebrating or thinking of past celebrations of Thanksgiving.

[Stick with him, he'll explain for people who have never heard of this before.]

There's an interesting amount of misleading assumptions surrounding the tradition of Thanksgiving. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, [There are, after all, a lot of people who don't come from Earth as he knows it, and a decent amount of those weren't here last year.] it's a holiday that traditionally commemorates the celebration of a good harvest held by early English settlers and the native American Indians in 1621.

There's a popularly stated "fact" that Thanksgiving as many of us know it was first "invented" by the 16th President of the United States - Abraham Lincoln - after a woman wrote to him insisting that the feast between the English and American Indians be remembered with a national holiday, but in reality, people across the country had been and were celebrating long before he declared it a federal holiday in 1863. Several presidents before him - including George Washington and John Adams, the first and second president respectively - had declared a national day of thanksgiving, and the Continental Congress had done so before the United States had been officially separated from Great Britain. There's even well documented evidence that days of thanksgiving - which could include feasting - were held in Jamestown, the first permanent English settlement in America, years before the "first" thanksgiving was held in 1621.

I'd also like to point out that - to the best of what I can determine with the help of the library on board - that while tomorrow is Thanksgiving, tonight is the first night of Hanukkah. Jewish holidays rotate throughout the Julian calendar year because the Jewish calendar is lunar-solar, unlike the Muslim calendar which is almost entirely lunar, and the Christian calendar is almost entirely solar. I won't get into the math - I've probably already bored you all enough as is - but between that and the fact that the Jewish calendar doesn't account for a solar year being 365.25 days long instead of 365, this means that this particular combination won't happen again for several thousand years. Fascinating, isn't it?

[He is being 120% serious, don't hate.]

[Spam for Erik]

[It isn't until he's effectively broken into invited himself over to Erik's and gotten things set up that he's starting to think "This is potentially/probably a terrible idea."

He hadn't wanted to make a fuss about it last year, mostly because he hadn't really known what his friend's thoughts would be regarding whether or not he wanted to revisit this part of his history, and there's a part of him that's wondering - the anxious part that's pretty sure this is hugely overstepping his boundaries, which is saying something - if he should have done the same thing this year, wait to see what Erik wants to do and not mention it until he does.

But...

Maybe it's just because Raven's here now, and things between them are better (hopefully) than they had been, and he's found himself thinking a lot about how much of an effort he'd made when they were younger to make sure that Raven had a good Christmas and birthday, and anything else he could manage. It wasn't her fault that their mother hadn't really known what to do with two young kids, and he just wanted her to be happy, and to have some good memories of what it's like to have a family who cares, who wants you to know you're loved. And it's not like you need holidays to do that, but it's a good excuse to do something like this.

So he's gone a little all out with this. He even cooked! which is why he's got a bandaid or two on his hands don't judge oil is a pain in the ass okay, and he's gotten his hands on candles and the hanukkiah. There are also eight wrapped presents carefully hidden behind the couch (and for the curious, the hidden wrapped presents are a sweater, a stainless steel wallet, a boxed set of Harry Potter books, a decent coffeemaker, shark slippers, whiskey stones, a ferrofluid magnetic display, and a purple slanket, OPEN THAT ONE FIRST!!), and another that he's debating hiding with them, or somewhere else, or just scrapping the whole thing, because this could be a total disaster.

Which is why he's nervously rubbing the palms of his hands on his pants with the ninth present tucked under his arm and wondering how much time he has to dismantle everything without getting caught when the doorknob turns, which makes him startle and stare at it like a cat who's been caught next to the remains of a shattered vase.

Hello. c:]