Sonic Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

The glow of the heaters along with the lights that were hung out there made it look cozy and reminded me of a fairy garden. “I just wanted to thank you all for coming. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays … a time for togetherness, family, and love. I hope you all know how grateful I am for you all. And my family … which you all are. Thankful for our prosperous business… and even though this past year hasn’t been without struggles .. we’ve had some big ones.. we came out the other side. Now im not going to talk forever don’t worry… but im gong to let Frank pray and then you may get your plate and go out back to eat. The food is here on this table and in the kitchen on the island and t

Beth joined in. We had sorted out mostly everything in our list, the food, the decoration and the booze. Now all we needed was to call people over. Only very close friends and family, or business partners, nothing too fancy. It’s not that Nate didn’t like Thanksgiving; he just felt that the people who he was thankful for were no longer with him. So we decided to take matters into our own hands and give him something to be thankful for.

Damn, Zoey wiped her forehead, she had equally forgotten, for the last five years, she hadn't even spent Thanksgiving with family, just her and her daughter eating creamed chicken. "Will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." Zoey nodded, maybe that was all she needed to see the kids, to see her elder brother, Edward and Nova. That was all she could use right now. "I will be there." Zoey's eyes darted around. "Is it okay if I bring a friend along?" "Do you even have to ask?" Natasha chortled. "It's called Thanksgiving for a reason." The phone beeped loudly and she lowered it down.

"Traffic is terrible on Thanksgiving." "It's okay if they don't." Tommy's voice is small. "Adrian said he doesn't know." Marcus and Melissa exchange a glance. The kind married people share when they're having entire conversations without words. "Should we say grace?" Melissa asks. We hold hands around the table. Tommy's small palm in mine. Marcus's grip solid on the other side. Melissa gives thanks for family. For health. For this meal and this moment and the people we love even when they're not here.

She walked away, closing her door behind her, leaving me standing there, grinning like an idiot. *** "So are you going to Grand Rapids for Thanksgiving?" I took another bite of the blackened Tilapia fillet in front of me. Oh, so good. Sarah swallowed her own bite and shook her head. "Not this year. We do every other, on odd number years my sibs go to their in-laws and my parents take a vacation." The calendar had flipped over to November. Heidi had a bag of Halloween candy on the top shelf of the pantry and the colors were fading from the trees in the neighborhood. This would be my fourth Thanksgiving without my dad.

Even though I love them, I grow to comfortable and dependency sets in. We still make a thing of our Sunday’s even though they might look a little different from week to week. In Christmas time we aren’t allowed to watch anything other than festive movies or the festive episodes of our favourite tv shows. Which are always good. Thanksgiving was amazing, enjoyable it was at his parents house. We are alternating them from year to year. Hoping some day maybe we could do one big one. “What are you getting Kingston?” Josie asks as we walk through the shops.