Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite days of the year, and this year was exceptional as several out-of-town friends made it back to Yellowstone Country for the long weekend.
I am not, however, ready to start celebrating Christmas. You see, we always had a rule in my house when I was growing up that we could not start decorating until all of the leftover turkey was gone. Like the dad in the movie A Christmas Story, my father is a true turkey lover who cannot get enough turkey sandwiches, turkey soup, turkey casserole, turkey a la king…you get the idea.
And since he insists on cooking a bird weighing at least 25 pounds, it takes a while before we can even think about displaying the nutcrackers and animated toys. Like every other kid I knew, I was ready to put up a tree as soon as Halloween was over. My dad always insisted on one holiday at a time and had his philosophy that Christmas was better if you did not try to celebrate it for too long.
Only after I got older did I appreciate his perspective.
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