Thursday, November 24, 2011


The crisp, clean air
The hickory fire ever so carefully roasting the succulent turkey
This is a time when we put meaning into all that we take for granted
The roof over our head that keeps the mashed potatoes so smooth
The air we breath: we couldn't bake the pie without it
The free land we live in, where one has free will to cook whatever he pleases for the sweet, filling once-a-year tradition of love, joy, togetherness, thankfulness and turkey
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

Dedicated to my grandma and grandpa - Thanksgiving would never be the same without them!

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