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Thanksgiving, a love story

November 28, 2009

Thanksgiving is my girl next door.  Friendly, loyal,  non-materialistic and non-judgmental.  Blessed with unassuming natural good looks that have only improved with age.  You look back now and wonder why you never truly noticed how beautiful she’s always been, especially when compared to the others.

Sure, growing up you always included her but she was never your first choice.  Still, she warmly welcomed you back and never expected a gift.  Best of all  she never excluded anyone or lied to them about imaginary people flying through the sky and breaking into your home.  I suppose that if Thanksgiving was Grandpa Joe than Christmas would be Veruca Salt.

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