"For what we are about to eat, may the Lord may us truly thankful. Amen." ~Maria (The Sound of Music)
For the past three Thanksgivings, I have usually spent a great deal of time at the library or on the computer working on homework for my classes. This year I was lucky (or blessed) to not have any pressing assignments on Thursday. We didn't do anything particularly special until dinner (other than put up the usual Thanksgiving decorations, which rather pale in comparison with the black/orange paper chains and Japanese lanterns we usually make for Halloween, and of course, the coating of Christmas cards and paper decorations which adorn the house for the entire month of December). For our dinner, we had what we always have - turkey, gravy, rice, succotash (lima beans mixed with corn), cranberry fruit Jell-O, cornbread, green beans, and... did I forget anything? For dessert we always have pumpkin pie and whipped cream. When we lived in Georgia, we used to make our pumpkin pie from our home-grown pumpkins and whip our own whipped cream, but alas! No longer. When in Orem, do as the Oremites - go to Wal-Mart. Plus we already used up our scant supply of pumpkins for Halloween.
As we eat the Thanksgiving meal, it is a tradition for our dad to read us the slips of paper that we have written on all month, telling what we are grateful for. As he reads them, we try to guess who wrote them. It seems like a fairly predictable game at times, but I never get tired of it. And I suppose God never gets tired of hearing us say "Thank you" either.
After the Thanksgiving meal, we watched Thanksgiving movies - a later version of a Thanksgiving Waltons episode, and Happy Thanksgiving, Charlie Brown! And then pumpkin pie and whipped cream. No football, no Macy's Parade on TV, no group family pictures, but it was a lovely Thanksgiving all the same.
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