Funny Stories Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

My mom raised up her hands indicating that she had something that she wanted to say and stood up “ I want to specially thank you all for coming and deciding to spend thanksgiving in my husband house even though this wasn’t the tradition that we normally do in this family but I am most grateful that I was able to do this . “ first off , I want to say a big thank you to shuan if it weren’t for him none of us would be here , I think that he made all of this to be possible and also one of the many reasons why I wanted a lot of us to be here is because I have something to share with everyone of us and I want all of you to have and partake in our joy “ “ So today being Thanksgiving , my husband an

I added and she looked confused. "Next week is Thanksgiving." I reminded her. She looked taken aback. "It is?" she asked and I nodded. "Yeah. We have to help prepare." I replied. She looked thoughtful, "What does the pack do for Thanksgiving?" "We spend the whole day together as a group. It's a time to bond as a pack and family. We cook and eat, of course. We also spend time playing games and we usually have a big football game after lunch. Then we have a bonfire at night." I explained and she smiled again.

I whispered back with the same light in my eyes. After a few minutes the table was properly set and everyone was about to begin eating. There was a baked turkey in honour of Thanksgiving, some pasta, pancakes and honey syrup, stuffed chicken, fried pork, rice with beef gravy, some orange juice and sparkly grape wine for the adults, the food was just excess and cooked to perfection. Barbara called out to everyone by using a desert spoon to gently tap on the surface of her half filled wine glass. "I'd like to propose a toast, but first we have a tradition in this home were everyone has to say something they are thankful for this past season." She stated with a calm voice.

Maybe the cold weather will help me straighten my head and make me realise I am not a child anymore and being scared of a fucking hospital is as useless as putting milk in a coffee. I speed through the streets of New York, avoiding the traffic that is growing bigger because of all the tourists coming for thanksgiving. I don’t get why they like the fucking parade; it's the same shit every year. Yaaay, giant balloons and make pretend famous people trying to pretend they give flying fuck to other people. I have to admit that I never understood the concept of Thanksgiving, maybe because I am a sarcastic fuck that has nothing to be thankful for in his life.

My mouth is salivating at the thought of devouring this treat. We all take a seat, and they give me the best seat on the table. These guys are the best. And before eating, we all have our personal prayers before we eat. It's nice to share a prayer of thanks for our food. Once we go around saying our own blessings, we eat. During the dinner, we share stories, laugh, and have wonderful conversations. This is the first Thanksgiving I had that doesn't end in a stupid argument about fornication. "Christine," I turn my head to Abdullah's voice as he caught my attention. "Did you know that your brother and I are friends?" I shake my head at Abdullah's question. The only person that I know who is fr

He growled making me laugh. "Oh yeah, well you're not so bad yourself." I loved it when he was playful like this in fact I loved everything about my caveman, that's why I had a special surprise for thanksgiving.

Our food finally arrived, and I felt relieved that I didn’t have to continue this conversation and create lies to make it sound believable. My thoughts drifted back to our Thanksgiving traditions—including volunteering at the shelter. Mom always emphasized the importance of helping others, teaching me to appreciate the little things in life. She always said, ‘Don’t focus on what we don’t have, but rather on what we do have.” “What about your mom? “ I asked, breaking the silence as I watched him shovel scrambled eggs into his mouth.

The turkey stared back like it knew what was coming. First cut: too shallow. Second cut: too deep. Third cut: the leg flew off and landed in Aunt Linda’s lap. Aunt Linda screamed. Evans zoomed in. “Title: ‘Fake Boyfriend vs. Turkey – Round 1!’” The table erupted in laughter. Mom wiped tears. Dad sighed. Sophie high fived Finn. “Best Thanksgiving ever.” Finn shrugged. “I’m a natural.” Ava watched him with flour on his nose, turkey juice on his sleeve, grinning like an idiot and shook her head.

And yet, in front of another woman and another child, he moved with ease, calmly putting together a proper home-cooked dinner. I felt as if an invisible hand was clenching my heart, squeezing until I could barely breathe. Without thinking, I reached for the car door, ready to storm upstairs and confront him. Then the surveillance footage flickered and abruptly switched to live feed. On the screen, Silas set the final dish of spicy stew on the table and spoke with a sigh of satisfaction. "I've finally gotten Ariana and that little rascal out of the house. Thanksgiving should be spent with just the three of us."

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’.