Funny Stories Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

Killian asked, lightly. “Oh, yeah. And we gather for all holidays and stuff. But - whenever we gather for Thanksgiving, for example, or any of the other bigger holidays, there’s always an uncle Joe or Grandpa Ben who starts speaking nonsense and reminding everyone of the mistakes they made last year. And they, yes- they drive me mad. I blame my issues on them. “ Mike joked and took a sip from his drink too, “ But it’s just… the typical holidays and family, you know. “

“Oh, nothing, honey. I was just thinking how happy you and your brother look. I’m sorry I never made a dinner like this for you two.” “Mom, we’ve been over this. It wasn’t your fault.” “We’re the ones who are sorry, Mom,” Bradley added. “Sorry we didn’t believe your story. Maybe we could have done something differently if we had.” “Thankfully, all that’s in the past now,” Aunt Janet said. “This year we have so much to be thankful for. Let’s all remember that.” “Amen to that,” Uncle Roger said as he reached for another helping of turkey. “I can’t imagine anything better than this,” Leesa said. “Being here with all of you, eating this delicious food…and with dessert still to come!”

Holidays every month, sometimes multiple times each month. Feasting, presents, singing, fun, and family. It really is a good time for all involved. But, like I said, Thanksgiving is my favorite. The entire pack gets together, bringing together a potluck of foods. We eat until our hearts’ content and then the afternoon is full of games. Cornhole. Ladder golf. Tackle football. Poker.

She thought before taking her seat at the table. She was happy her daughter was sensible enough to understand the reason why she was wearing a hyper-realistic mask. Drew kept videoing as they settled on the table, and laughter filled the room. “Thank you all for coming. Thank you all for being here to celebrate with me and my wife. I just want to say a very big thank you and happy Thanksgiving to all of you.” “I brought a gift for the baby," Warren declared, and he brought out a well-wrapped gift.

As I pushed the door open, a shocking scene greeted me—the living room was brightly lit and filled with laughter and cheer. A round table was laden with a lavish Thanksgiving feast, the air heavy with the sweet aroma of pumpkin pie. My heart sank, and a chill ran through my body. My husband, Ethan Parker, and his first love, Mandy Sanchez, sat side by side on the couch, cuddling intimately, their faces adorned with content smiles. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law, Janet Wright, sat across from them.

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.

she said, her laughter gradually fading. "Well, that's Jaxon for you. Wait for Thanksgiving last year; he duct-taped the live turkey we bought and microwaved it. We had to have pizza for Thanksgiving. I was thankful he didn't barbecue like he suggested, or else he would have burnt the swimming pool too," she recounted, nearly bursting with laughter as she tugged tightly at my right leg. "Stop it, my stomach is sore," she pleaded, and I ruffled her hair playfully as she got up to carry our leftovers to the kitchen.

“I’d be happy to help, Miss Eleanor. I brought some homemade cranberry sauce too, if you’d like to use it.” Eleanor gave a slight nod but didn’t smile. “Put it on the counter.” They all got to work. Henry and Richard stood at the large island, seasoning and preparing the big turkey. Richard was in a cheerful mood, chatting easily with his son. “Remember when you were little and you tried to help your mother cook on Thanksgiving?” Richard said with a laugh. “You burned the rolls so badly we had to order pizza.” Henry smiled, glancing over at Andrea. “I’ve gotten a little better since then. Andrea’s been teaching me.”

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses. – Alphonse Karr Jolene had not realized how much she had missed cooking with her mom for Thanksgiving. They laughed and joked as she did the prep work and Helen did the actual cooking. Cheryl and Dean helped where they could and Bunny sat at the kitchen island, taste testing everything.

I accidentally dropped the journal and cursed as I picked it back up and read over the page that it was turned to. November 26th, 2014- Thanksgiving is supposed to be a day with family and friends. Jason wouldn't let me see mine. He went out drinking with his friends and I stayed home. Again. When he returned and saw that I hadn't cooked him dinner, he lost it. I spent the next day in the dentist's office with a chipped tooth and a black eye. Told the dentist that I slipped on the stairs and smashed my face in. No questions were asked and I got stuck with a hefty bill that Jason wouldn't help me with.