I love Thanksgiving. It’s my very favorite holiday and also happens to be my very favorite meal. It’s really just about truly being grateful for all our blessings, good food and being with the special people in your life. To me it’s just a whole lot of fun, hanging out in the kitchen cooking, laughing, and remembering. There’s also an excitement in the air that you can almost reach out and touch. It mostly comes from the kids, since to them, Thanksgiving means Christmas isn’t far away.
Today, Thanksgiving Eve, will start our family traditions. The kids will make the pumpkin pies with their dad while I make the stuffing. We’ll then set up our Christmas Village. I think my eleven year old cherub is the one who really enjoys this the most. From the first time he could climb up on the chair for a better look he has always just loved the little lighted village. It’s very sweet and even as a giant 5’1″ 108 lb eleven year old, he still loves it. It tugs at this mama’s heart I tell ya. If he ever stops loving the Christmas Village I may have to forbid any of my children from ever having another birthday ever again. They must slow down with this growing up business. Enough is enough. I’m not so sure how much of this
my heart I can take.
Here’s a pic from a Thanksgiving of yore …
When we go to bed tonight the house will already start to have the delicious scents of the next day’s dinner floating throughout.
Tomorrow morning, Sam the Elf, will magically make the first of his daily appearances from now until Christmas Eve.
I’ll head back to the kitchen and really kick things into gear while the Macy’s day parade is on the t.v. This year I wanted to keep the menu simple and traditional, just good, straightforward, delicious food.
Soon the first guests will arrive and then more memories will be made.