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“We have much to be thankful for this year,” intoned Blakeney at the head of the small table. At the center of attention was a magnificent roast turkey. On all sides were traditional Thanksgiving dishes: mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, candied yams, cranberries in a jellied sauce, and buttery crescent rolls. The scents filled his nostrils and uplifted his spirits. “So much has changed,” He continued with a warm smile. “We have new family, new friends, and . . . new purpose. Despite all that life brings against us, we will have each other. Always.”

We cheered along with the crowd as giant balloons floated by and marveled in the intricate floats passing through the streets of the city. “Thank you, for making this Thanksgiving one I will never forget,” Caleb whispered into my ear, making me turn my head in order to look at him. I knew that this man had lost both his parents when he was young, and I wondered how he had lived through the holidays ever since. Not that I was about to ask, I wouldn’t want to ruin this magical moment right now. “I am grateful for you,” I answered him, probably looking at him like a love-sick puppy.

author pov Over the next few weeks, preparations for a human Thanksgiving holiday were away. The kitchen was a non-stop activity of baking and prepping for the big meal. The entire haunted territory had been transformed into a harvest field with haystacks, dried cornstalks, pumpkins, squash, dried corn, and beautiful fall mums of all colors.

Anthony asked, grabbing my hand. I replied, "Follow me to the supermarket to buy some ingredients. We're making roast turkey today." The annual Thanksgiving holiday had arrived again. However, I was not alone this year, since I had an adorable son. What happened to Mindy had nothing to do with me anymore, and I no longer cared.

The extended family dinner at the sprawling suburban house in suburban Chicago was hitting its fourth hour. Thanksgiving leftovers were being reheated, football highlights blared from the living-room TV, kids chased each other through the hallway, and the adults were deep into their third round of wine and stories about “the old days.” The dining table was still crowded with half-empty casserole dishes, cranberry sauce stains, and crumpled napkins.

It was a supplication to God for thanksgiving and asking for his grace and mercy upon the Williams family. “Oh my deah friend,” she cried out excitedly, “how can I thank ya?” she began with tears rolling down to her cheeks. “Thanksgiving belongs to God; we should thank God instead.” Mrs. Williams quickly nodded her head; she sniffed and used both hands to cover her welling eyes. “Thank-you ma’am; God has used ya to console my mother.” Roslyn hastened to say as she went to her mother’s side, wrapping her arms around her mother’s torso. “Oh please,” she waved Roslyn’s words aside. “Like I said, give thanks to God for he along deserves it.” Roslyn looked at her evenly and smiled. Mrs. Anne stoo

But how can I say this, it looks like she hasn’t changed at all since yesterday, or am I missing something? “Where did everyone go?” she then asked. As soon as my lips left the brim, I replied, “At the western town, since the month of autumn will start tomorrow and since the flu outbreak isn’t critical anymore, a thanks-giving celebration is held.” “Thanksgiving?” She spat as she rested her left arm on the back of the chair. “To whom are they offering their thanks?” She lifted her bandaged right hand shoulder-length, a sign for the word ‘who’.

Squash soup, turkey with stuffing, velvety mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, glazed carrots, cranberry sauce, cast iron skillet cornbread and a pumpkin pie. A perfect dinner, a perfect cosmetic setting, a perfect thanksgiving night. Two perfectly splendid men and two ungrateful women. One in front and one underground. Living a life of freedom. Immunity from the harsh world outside. An isolation for the free spirited. A safe haven they created for the women they...care about? Love? I couldn't afford to have a panic attack in front of them. Not a single sign of weakness should be on display for their sick pleasure of getting a reaction. Any reaction at all because the fact that they affec

ahem, yell. Trudging up the front walk, comprised of builder grade, two-by-two concrete squares and unattractive stairs, he inhaled the crisp, clean air. The afternoon sun waned, the chill of autumn hard at work on turning the leaves. Some people loved summer for the sunshine and heat. Others loved winter for the crisp snow and skiing. Chris, however, would take the fall anytime. The brisk breezes which rifled through the colorful foliage. The crunch of leaves when he dove into the pile his brothers made when it was their turn to rake. Screwing outside without fear of bug bites on the ass. Football season. Oh, and his favorite holiday ? Thanksgiving, with juicy turkey, savory stuffing, mom's

It’s Thanksgiving!!!! Happy Thanksgiving! I am so excited about thanksgiving, the house is busy, and everyone is preparing for the special thanksgiving shows and games. To be honest, the house seems festive it feels more like Christmas and less like Thanksgiving. Jessica is literally wrapping gifts, I wonder why she’s making it sound and look like Christmas but I guess I’m the only one that feels that way because I am the only one that asked her why she was making presents but she says, and I believe her. It’s Thanksgiving, a one-day celebration and if it’s all about blessings then why can’t we share gifts as a blessing? I guess she’s right about that because everyone loves presents.