Thanksgiving can be a day of joyful family reunion or, a dreaded day of obligation that must be attended out of guilt.
Does Thanksgiving for you mean a warm home with the mouth-watering scents of spices from pumpkin pie, the herbs from stuffing and sweet Italian sausage emanating the air, and the family sitting around the fire watching football and reminsincing about good times from the past?
Does Thanksgiving provoke feelings of fear from Uncle Alcott imbibing in a bit too much cheer and telling embarrassing tales about the time you got sick from grandma’s pudding and barfed all over the table, had a wee bit accident in your knickers, and sadly, that only happened three years ago?
Must you be forced to hear siblings success stories and grand fortunes, while looking at you and asking if you’ve found a job yet?
Do you suffer cousin Ned staggering to the table and grabbing the turkey by its legs from the platter while describing the date he had last week with a pretty coed?
Do you wonder when you sit down to eat, if this year, Grandma Hicks dropped the bird on the floor and let the slobbering hounds lick it again?
And what did Aunt Philomena put in her Jell-O mold? Is it supposed to be yellowish green and fuzzy?
What does Thanksgiving mean to you?