Dear Baby,
Your father is convinced that May Day is an imaginary
holiday invented in Maine. When I first explained the traditions behind it—gifting
a basket full of goodies and then running away—he thought I was completely
insane (he still does for other reasons, but never mind that). However, I have Wikipedia on my side (scroll down to the “United States” section), so I am invariably in
the right here.
In the Leavitt family, we have always celebrated May Day by
gifting a basket to Uncle Ben, as it falls on his birthday. Last year, before
he moved to Denver, your father got on board with my holiday tradition and we
created the greatest May Basket Uncle Ben has ever received, completely
tailored to his taste and personality. The idea is that he doesn’t get to receive
any of the gifts in his basket until he has run after and caught everyone who
gifted it. Dad gave him a run for his money by hiding in the bed of his truck.
Ah, wit over athleticism, a classic tale. So—though he fully considered this
holiday ludicrous at first—he has fully embraced the holiday. And if you are
ever to spend a May Day with Uncle Ben, I suggest you plan your strategy
accordingly.
Love,
Mom
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| Ben's Best May Basket Ever. Complete with Cholula sauce, American flag duct tape, a bullet can opener, camping gear, awesome t-shirts, PBR, and a "growing marijuana" book, which was a topical joke considering his move to Denver. |
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