Funnily enough, my Thanksgiving memories and favorite Thanksgiving moments actually have very little to do with Thanksgiving. Sure we do the big meal and watch the kids attempt a back yard football game, but Thanksgiving is really just a stepping stone. Just another (albeit food-laden) day to complete before we get to the big show: Christmas.
Part of the reason Thanksgiving feeling like a tacked-on holiday is because my mom doesn’t host Thanksgiving at her house. My parents and I go to my mother’s sister’s and we celebrate with her husband, their three kids, spouses, and grandchildren, and my grandparents. Sometimes there are other random family members or close family friends, but mostly it is our fairly small family. It actually used to be pretty quiet before everyone started having babies and now there are 6 kids, ages 18 months to 10 years (4 of those kids are boys) so it’s certainly not quiet anymore. But the kids do make it way more fun.
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