As I have written before, I love Thanksgiving. Let me ammend that statement. I love Thanksgiving food. I have been known to stuff myself with so much stuffing that I start to resemble a turkey with its big round belly.
In my 30 years, I have only spent 15 of them with my own family. Luckily, it is a holiday in which strays are welcomed, even desired. Over the years, I have witnessed a lot of tradtions.
Sometimes they come in the form of food:
- B's family eats noodles & cheese and meat stuffing.
- V's family eats meat and rice stuffing.
- C's family eats Great Grand Aunt Houton's burbon sweet potatoes.
Sometimes they come in form of the things you do:
- ET#2's family dress up in costumes.
- T's family plays football.
- G goes to Paris with his best guy friends.
Sometimes they are a combination of the two:
- S's family fry a whole turkey in their front yard.
But in the end, no matter what happens it is always going to be good.
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