I have always loved Thanksgiving. In our capitalist world we have a holiday that celebrates shopping for stuff we don’t need and cutting down millions of small trees. We have another that seems to center around stuffed rabbits and plastic eggs. The anniversary of our nation’s founding is mainly an occasion for blowing up lots of imported gunpowder. A celebration of the mystery of death is an occasion for handing out lots of candy and wasting lots of pumpkins. Thanksgiving, though, has not been so corrupted. It is still an occasion for gathering with friends and family for a harvest meal, an occasion for the giving of thanks.