Over the weekend, I was alone. The empty house refreshed me with silence, for a few hours. I grew bored.
Only sixty-eight days remain until Christmas. Annually I go through a resistance which breaks around the first week of November. I need holiday carols., and I caved early this year. The weather was crispy, freezing temperatures occurred each night and my tomato plants perished. Many hours this weekend were spent crocheting, baking, and shouting along with X-entertainment’s Christmas Jukebox.
No shame or guilt was felt in my premature celebrations. However, as I am now hosting my first ever Thanksgiving dinner, I believe I’m going to give great efforts to subdue any further Christmas celebrations until Thanksgiving. I mean that.
Thanksgiving in the past proved to be a day long celebration. The decor, food and festivities are difficult to drag much further than the leftovers last in the fridge.
For the next fourteen days, let’s think about Halloween. And, for the full twenty-five days after All Hallows Eve, we’re going to give mad props to the Turkey.
This year, my Christmas decor and magical tree will not appear in the second week of November. And unless it is forced upon me without choice, I will refrain from Christmas music until Jolly ol’ St. Nick takes his turn in the Macy*s Parade.
This is one of the three birds we have to choose from for dinner.
I’m hosting Thanksgiving. This is huge. I mustn’t screw it up.
The Pilver 
ooh, in the run-up to Thanksgiving are you going to do a Reality TV ‘Turkey Survivor’ where people vote who gets to gobble and who gets gobbled?
I think it will end up being whichever one fits into the oven without needing to be chopped up.
Your way sounds better.
I know exactly what you mean. The last few days I’ve actually started to get geared up for Thanksgiving. I keep having to keep my mind on the prize and remind myself that in a couple of weeks I’ll be carving a pumpkin. One thing at a time. I should hurry up and put up my Halloween decorations outside though. It’ll all be over before we know it anyway.
That poor little guy. He has no idea what’s in store for him, does he? He does look like a fat, yummy bird though.
yes, get on the decorating!
I suck at cooking and had to host my family’s Thanksgiving last year. I bought a pre-cooked bird from Honey Baked Ham. They never knew.
At least you brought a bird, and not delivery pizza 🙂
Don’t worry about anything except the pumpkin pie. Everything else can stink to high heaven, but as long as the last thing they eat is amazing. . . they’ll forget everything else. My stomach told me to say that.