Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving

This year is different.

Normally we head up to the mountains for a big cluster of cousins and craziness.  Not this year.  This year that was done earlier at the K&K cousin wedding.  This year is a Smallgood Thanksgiving.
This isn't a 13 pie Thanksgiving.  This is a more simple festivity.  This isn't every room of the house filled to the brim with people.  This is an everyone piled into the same room to share the joke, to share the warmth, to share and savor every moment.  A calm evening catching up on Bible School birthdays or fish tales or my sister's progress with school or discussing the humor in a recent funny (my grandparents don't use the words "comic strip") is more the base line I use to tune my own holiday.

For me, a wonderfully sweet Thanksgiving starts with watching the Macy's Day Parade and making silent prayers of thanks that I'm a Southerner and don't have to deal with temperatures that sound more like degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon.   It includes making the official transition into Christmas movie watching season with an early viewing of It's a Wonderful Life (Marmie's favorite).

It means sweet smells of honeyed ham, buttery rolls, and pumpkin pies playing out like a symphony of fragrance throughout our home.  They start out distinct and gradually meld into one delicious aroma that permeates our small home.

I love fitting around one table, stuffed elbow to elbow in the tiniest of corners.  I love holding hands with my Granny as she says the prayer she says each and every time she sits down to eat.  (I don't like holding hands with my Pop as he squeezes my fingers too tight).

I appreciate the chance to be with my family in this brief time, a small sanctuary of time that is ours.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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BBM said...

Happy Chicken-a Day (what my paternal grandmother, born in Calabria, called Thanksgiving).

This was a low-key holiday, for sure. I'm feeling a little lonesome for the overwhelmingness (I don't care that's not a word) of my extended family, feeling a strong need to get my arms around those I love, needy for my next family fix.

And, man THIS bites (I grumble)--no giant table of leftovers covered with tarps held down by rocks out on the porch, radio blaring through the night to keep the bears away. No perfect turkey sandwich tomorrow??? Wah!

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