What happened to Thanksgiving?

America is a country built on racism so of course the first American holiday is based off of just that. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times, not because of the ability to indulge, although that is great, but because it is a chance to actually get a break from classes and school assignments to spend with my family. It allows for me to disconnect from the stresses of class and focus on sleeping and catching up on things that I have been slacking on. So, based on this idea, I would assume that more college students would be more excited about Thanksgiving and getting time away from school. However, the best thing that people tell me about Thanksgiving is that it means that Christmas is almost here, which is not wrong. More people are excited about Christmas and decorating although they insist that they are going home that it was a topic of discussion between my circle of friends at the same time that it was for the circles around us.
By now, there is a group of people that sit and do homework together that recognizes me from time to time and we will occasionally submerge in small talk about benign topics and feign interest to avoid being rude. They were talking about what their plans were for that break when I interrupted and asked about the much closer break that we have and they said that they did not know but at the end of the semester they were all going to go to Colorado to ski. This is perplexing that they have formed formal plans a month and a half early but cannot think three weeks into the future to think about where they will be while I am at home feasting. I wanted them to speak with the same enthusiasm as I was about the idea, but there was none from them, my friends, or anyone else that I had asked around me to be polite and nosey.
Christmas decor has begun being flung from shelves and I can tell from the seasonal sweaters being worn already and the premature cold November boots, however worn with yoga shorts. This generation confuses me logically. Pumpkin Spice Lattes are the popular thing right now and the smell of the simple cinnamon and nutmeg is overwhelming with the fake pumpkin smell.
Fall is my favorite season because of the changing weather and beauty that comes from seasonal death. But I am from a small town tucked behind high mountain tops that gets record snow fall each year and a warm winter is when it is above thirty-two degrees, I love and then hate the snow. The cold doesn't bother me much but I want others to like it as much as I do. But in Las Cruces, classes are cancelled if there is more than an inch of frozen water falling from the sky. Here people buy iced coffee, wear fur boots, sweaters, and shorts and complain about their body temperature irregularities in hope that Christmas will come sooner.