From the writers at RV Life Magazine.
This is my 76th Thanksgiving. Some, I do not remember. In fact, as a young child, I think my family did not always gather for Thanksgiving. But once I married and had my own home, Thanksgiving became my favorite holiday.
I love the autumn colors—the oranges, golds, rusts, and reds. I love the cornucopia filled with fruit and nuts. I love the Community Thanksgiving service in which churches across our town gather in one church or another to express thanks and praise to God. I love my extended family gathering for a feast that lasted well into the evening hours. But most of all, I love what Thanksgiving stands for: gratitude.
And in recent years, this special day has been squeezed between Halloween and Christmas with barely a nod to its significance. Stores and shops are already twinkling with lights and Christmas bangles on trees.
In our town, Open House for Christmas has already happened. Many individuals have decorated trees and strung lights across rooftops. Not me. I’m waiting to savor this special day of turkey, dressing, cranberry relish, pumpkin pie. But most of all, I look forward to s sitting around the dinner table with my loved ones.
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