Who better to contemplate on Thanksgiving that Henry David Thoreau. We found this 1858 entry in his Journal 1837-1861. Makes one feel grateful for food and family, and more accepting of traffic jams and cold weather:
Nov. 25. While most keep close to their parlor fires this cold and blustering Thanksgiving afternoon, and think with compassion of those who are abroad, I find the sunny south side of this swamp as warm as their parlors, and warmer to my spirit. Aye, there is a serenity and warmth here which the parlor does not suggest, enhanced by the sounds of the wind roaring on the northwest side of the swamp a dozen or so rods off. What a wholesome and inspiring warmth is this!