Thanksgiving is my third favorite holiday. I like to say that
the countdown to Christmas starts with Thanksgiving. Traditionally, my family’s
Thanksgiving starts with watching the Macy’s Day Parade while we (my mom) start
cooking. Once we get ready and finish cooking, we go to my grandparent’s house
about 30 minutes away. All of my dad’s family meets there, and we finish
getting dinner ready and eat together. Then we play games and watch football
while my Papaw takes a nap.
My
favorite Thanksgiving memory was about four years ago. My cousin and his wife
couldn’t come home for Thanksgiving until Friday, so we moved our family dinner
back a day. My cousin, Allison, and I spent the night with my grandparents on
Thursday night. Allison is ten years older than I am, and we’re really close,
but that was probably the first sleepover we had where we just laughed and told
stories and hung out together like best friends. When we woke up on Friday
morning, it had snowed! It was beautiful and so unexpected. We spent the whole day
helping my Mamaw cook Thanksgiving dinner and learning from her cooking
expertise. I will always remember that Thanksgiving.
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