A few weeks ago we had some friends over to the house. In our conversation somehow the topic of birthdays came up. We were all sharing when our birthdays were when our one friend; let's call her Gail, said that her birthday was April 26th. With that said her husband mumbled a correction that her real birthday was in late November. Gail explained that "yes" she was actually born in November, but later in life decided that she would much rather have her birthday celebration take place outside in warm comfortable weather more suited for a party than cold, miserable, and often snowy November. Besides that, late into the fall people's time and interest are more geared towards making ready for the the Christmas holiday season.
I say "good for you Gail". Why not? There is evidence of historical nature indicating that Jesus was not even born in December, yet "we" have made his birthday on December 25th. As a youth I recall celebrating President's Day in honor of three different US presidents on all three of their actual birthdays. Somehow now "we" have decided to set these birthday celebrations for all three presidents to just one day in February; and of course it is always on a Monday. If "we" have this power to mandate birthdays to days of the calendar to suite our need for a three day weekend, why is Thanksgiving still always on a Thursday?
Moral of the story is: Regardless of what month and or day you were actually born; the day that you celebrate that is just a decision away. Party on.
