I must begin by saying that for me, Thanksgiving kicks off the Happy Month. I am a December baby, and so is my father and another cousin or two. Then I married another one. Plus, there was Christmas, and New Year's to finish it all up with a bang. For me growing up, it meant the season of special dinners at Grandma's with people being happy and getting presents every single weekend, and then there was Christmas where EVERYONE got to give and get presents, and then a last happy party at my aunt's house before we took down the tree and returned to normal life. I still love the season, even though time has taken my grandparents' generation of relatives and my others are far-flung these days, and don't get together at all. I still enjoy it, decorate, bake cookies and give them away, and delight in doing my own birthday the way I want it, and that of my husband, the way he wants it.
If he'd be clear about it.