Can you smell it?  Thanksgiving in the air?  Oh, outside this morning it was a little warm, which means the snow is on the way.  The smell of the neighborhoods fire places fill the air and the leaves crunched beneath my feet.  I suddenly have this strange desire to throw a football around.  Stores are arming themselves for the diehard shoppers.  Producers are checking last minute changes to parades.  Turkeys are being defrosted.  Bread is being left out to harden for stuffing mixes.  Cookbooks are cracking open on favorite recipes.  Families are beginning to realize they are going to spend entire days with relatives and the anxiety is creeping like a rash.

Like Garrison Keillor says in an article entitled “The Dinner of All Dinners”.  “That’s the challenge of Thanksgiving — to gather among our kin who know us a little too well and have an amiable occasion enjoyed equally by all, at which nobody is stabbed through the heart with a carving knife.”

Thanksgiving is the kickoff of the Holiday season, and in my house, it is the kickoff of traditions.  I love holiday traditions, don’t care whose they are, I just love them.  Traditions give us a sense of place, a sense of belonging.  Memories brought on by smells are potent, aren’t they?

Well my friends, it’s time to put my own turkey in the oven and let the madness begin to envelope us.

So as the evening closes and you sneak to the kitchen for that turkey sandwich at midnight, I wish you the best of the holiday season.  And if you didn’t get enough of family, think of it like the mother does in the movie Home For The Holidays  “I’m giving thanks that we don’t have to go through this for another year. Except we do, because those bastards went and put Christmas right in the middle, just to punish us.”