Went out on every single holiday until I was about 20. Then I "rebelled," and refused to go one Thanksgiving. I told my dad, "okay, I will go, but if I see more than one car in the driveway, or a football game on, I'm not going to knock." He "let" me stay home that day. After that, I continued to go out in service on the holidays for a couple more years, it was such a flog.
We did have a period of a few years when everyone when skiing on xmas day, but even then I can remember my mom traipsing around that stupid lodge with her watchtowers and tracts, looking for someone up there who might not be a JW already. It was kind of hard for her because the mountain was overrun with JW on xmas day. But if it could be done, there she would be with her tracts and her mini bible and some poor unsuspecting person cornered so she could tell them about the Kingdom.
Barf. If that didn't work, she's start scoping the lodge out for an especially clean cut young JW boy that she could corner and lecture on endlessly about how he needed to apply to Bethel, and how that was really the only thing a young man should do if he "made the truth his own." BTW, if there are any of you out there who my mom had this conversation with... I'm waaaay sorry, buy HEY you're reading this, so it's all good right? LOL
Odrade