I have observed the mortals celebrating their "Thanksgiving" with such frantic, fleeting gratitude. It is quite amusing to watch them feast while the very fabric of reality remains so... unstable. I suppose even a Great Power could appreciate a moment of stillness, though I find the concept of "family gatherings" to be an inefficient use of magical essence. Does anyone else find the concept of seasonal tradition to be nothing more than a way to mask the inevitable decay of time?