Funny Stories Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

On Thanksgiving, everyone was supposed to be here to celebrate. “Mom, give him a break,” my cousin Eugene, whom we all called ‘Tank,’ muttered as he trudged into the bustling kitchen, sleep tousled. Tank was the only other person in my family who could give me a run of my money when it came to size. “Hey, Short stack. Still being a nerd?” I bit the less-than-savory reply because I didn’t want to be swatted by my mother for cursing. “Overcompensating much? I’m taller.”

Mom orders immediately, and I smile at her. When we were younger many Thanksgivings ended in a food fight. Mom and Grammy probably still have nightmares. "Yes, ma'am," I say while playfully glaring at my brother. "Can't blame him. You were the one whispering and acting like we couldn't hear the two of you," Dylan says with a chuckle. "I didn't want to draw attention to my filly here. She spooks easy," I joke, giving Shelby a wink. She huff's and the table laughs.

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.

“With lots and lots of cheese and mushrooms.” “You got it.” For a second, the darkness lifted. We were just two lovers bickering before the holidays. Jake and I hadn't spoken in a while. And I hoped we wouldn't. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 Four days later, it was Thanksgiving holiday. We packed our bags and loaded them in the uber. Hayden was relaxed again. We sang along to some stupid songs on the radio. Hayden was off-key and missed most of the lyrics. We just laughed and kissed. My stomach still churned with unease to this day.

I replied, a quiet chuckle escaping my lips. "I'll start with a good memory from my early teenage years. You know we have a large family, many uncles, aunts, and cousins, and we have a vast estate in Italy where we spend Thanksgiving celebration together and leave after two days. The celebration never starts without a fight, but it ends up being one of the best days of our lives," he said, letting out a soft snicker. "The bad memory…" he drawled, the room's atmosphere starting to thicken.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

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

I mumble quietly to Audrey The both of us look at the guys in front of us and Bryne mouths the words "I love you" I smile and place my hand under my chin. "Really.... Can you just not start this today" Vicky holds my arm and I look up at her to see her playfully glaring at me. "Happy thanksgiving" I keep a cute face and she rolls her eyes. "Happy thanksgiving to you too" She whispers something to Audrey before walking to her seat across us. "Thank you all for coming" my mom smiles sweetly at everyone. "This is thrilling, happy thanksgiving to all of you all, this food isn't going to eat itself, let's pray first"

he explained. "Yea, I imagine those that are married would wanna go to their spouse's family on Thanksgiving too. Oh, I need yer help with somethin' when we get back," he gave a sheepish grin and scratched his cheek. "Damn it, what'd you do? Oh no, you did not destroy yer fuckin' kitchen with that rice pudding? Hahahahahahahaha! Dude! Bahahahaha!" Dillon was clearly tired, because he was struck with the giggles. Tony was just too cute sometimes.

Because what's that dumb quote again, where there's life, there's hope. So as long as I am alive, there was hope that I would still get my wife back. “I'm grateful for life and my wife.” I said with a straight face and everyone stared at me with different emotions, worried, irritated, annoyed and Grandpa looked somewhat pleased to hear that. The table was filled with an awkward silence, until Chandler decided to break it. “Cheers to a lovely Thanksgiving.” He raised up his glass and I did the same, we all did. I was happy afterwards and grateful I didn't converse with my mother.