The Sounds of Thanksgiving

Posted November 24th, 2011 in Uncategorized / Leave a comment

The Sounds of Thanksgiving. Those comforting background noises that tell us it’s Thanksgiving Day once again. Many people have different ways of celebrating the holiday or have certain memories that make them think of the day we give thanks (*laughs* I like that, the day we give thanks). Some have traditions. Some love the smell of the day, the meeting of family, the food. Oh yes, the food. Can’t forget that. But what comes to my mind as I think of Thanksgiving Day is the sounds:

~Pots and pans clinking together.
~Water boiling.
~The turkey spitting and hissing as it stews in its own juices.
~The football game on in one room. (Go Packers!!)
~The whistles and shouts of half of my family as their team scores a touchdown. (Or doesn’t, for that matter)
~The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on in the other room.
~The Oohs and Awws as the other half of my family admires the parade floats.
~The many mumbled conversations as relatives catch up on the lives they live outside Thanksgiving Day.
~Forks and knives scrapping against plates as we eat.
~Glasses clinking as we make our toasts.
~The laughter of my brothers as my dad tries once again to tell the same joke for the fourth year in a row. (We still don’t know what happened to the blonde in the closet. She’s probably dead by now)
~And then finally the silence after our plates are clean and bellies stuffed as we all quietly contemplate another successful Thanksgiving Day we got to spend together.

This is my Thanksgiving. This is what I think of all year long until the day finally comes. The sounds of Thanksgiving is something that I will never forget.

What about you? What is Thanksgiving Day to you?

Here are a couple funny poems and quotes to make your day a little brighter:

Jon Stewart I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.

Johnny Carson
Thanksgiving is an emotional holiday. People travel thousands of miles to be with people they only see once a year. And then discover once a year is way too often.

Anonymous
Thanksgiving always brings a terrible chore,
‘Cause I’m forced to eat and eat some more.
If I don’t eat it up right down to dessert,
I fear the cook’s feelings will be hurt,
So I do my part, even though I suffer;
To help out the others, I’m a belly stuffer.

Anonymous
I have never understood
why anyone would
roast the turkey
and shuck the clams
and crisp the croutons
and shell the peas
and candy the sweets
and compote the cranberries
and bake the pies
and clear the table
and wash the dishes
and fall into bed
when they could sit back
and enjoy a hamburger.

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