Sunday, November 27, 2011

Thanksgiving

My Thanksgiving is spent at any one of our relatives houses, including my own, with several other relatives and friends, changing every year. There is always a turkey, there is always country ham, there is always Ale-8, and there is always pumpkin pie. Aside from the ground rules, each house does it a bit differently. At my house, we always have a turkey-shaped butter, from which I always receive the head. We all sit around the dining table in my kitchen, say a prayer, and then feast.

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