We don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Australia, nor Halloween, even though we came from the same Anglo-Saxon stock and developed through the same waves of migration. Perhaps it the reversal of the seasons, or our differing histories, or even our different National self-perceptions. It doesn't matter which...we just don't do it.
I'm not against the concept of giving thanks for our blessings, because they are many. Both of us are in our seventies now and, although our bodies grumble occasionally, in good health. Our home echoes with the joy of grandchildren, our children remain valued friends, our financial situation is comfortable, we have the freedom to pursue our goals (in my case, writing), and, after forty-six years of marriage, we are still in love.
It just seems silly to set aside a special day to do what should be in your consciousness 24/7.