Excuse my "french", but that's fu*ked up.
My mom and dad make the traditional dinner. Stuffed bird, taters, ect... NOTHING out of a box. My mother's gravy is to die for. It's an almost black/brown color and nice and shiney with fat. My daughter always asks if Grandma is going to make "the" gravy.
It sure is. I came from a "from scratch" family. It makes me sad. But, I stay sad on the inside, because his parents get so much joy from it. They are both disabled, and they LOVE this kind of stuff. I brought homemade cranberry chutney last year, and no one ate it.
That's all right. Somewhere in between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I make my own holiday meal, for people to come eat. And, they bring something. We all split to-go boxes, and have something to eat on until the holidays.
What's worse? Christmas. They make the screaming children wait until AFTER Christmas Dinner and Dessert to open presents.