I do not enjoy Thanksgiving.

-It's a long commute to get to Spuuky's parents house (if I have enough days off to warrant going, given that I don't get benefits with my job) and we'll be going again for Christmas soon enough anyway.
-The amount of family, extended family, friends, neighbours, coworkers, and random people who will be there is overwhelming.
-I don't get any meaningful time with the people I'd actually like to spend time with because there are too many people.
-The holiday is largely centred around eating, and specifically, eating turkey. I'm a vegan, and I don't mind other people eating non-vegan food around me, but Spuuky's family have been asking the same stupid questions and telling the same stupid anti-vegan jokes for TEN YEARS now no matter how many times I have addressed it with them. I just want to sit and eat my damn meal without having to explain every little thing that is on my plate and that it's food, it's not "supposed to be" a substitute for what's on their plate, and it's not sub-par just because it doesn't have meat or dairy in it. I also dislike everyone complaining loudly afterwards that they overate. If you don't want to overeat, then don't do it - you don't do it normally, you don't have to just because it's a holiday!
-I can't pretend to understand American history and politics, but I am descended from the indigenous people of my own country who have had their own colonial struggles, so the prospect of celebrating this invasion, suppression and the resulting legacy it has had on particular groups of people doesn't particularly appeal to me.
-Also, American Football.

Last year Giggles and I had to work, and Spuuky didn't so he went to celebrate with his family and we stayed here. Giggles and I watched "Friends", I made a chocolate pie, and then we went for a walk. It was awesome - no commuting, stress, or trying to please anyone