Tradition: Thanksgiving Dinners
Tradition is gathering around a turkey.
Tradition is a loud table with family to spare.
Tradition to send food around that table, casseroles to share.
Everyone brings at least one something or more,
Sisters and husbands throwing open the host’s front door.
Pies and cookies and brownies all brought for dessert,
But always first,
The corn and potatoes and turkey of course.
The young cousins upstairs sing until their voices go hoarse.
And later after dinner that’s been served at noon,
With all the men shouting at the football game soon,
We’re called downstairs to look through Black Friday magazines.
To circle and initial what it is we want for christmas.
Granna hands out to the cousins festive advent calendars,
While adults fill leftovers into take home canisters.
Football and talking.
Laughing while empty cider bottles are set aside.
Clean up starts, and we’re asked to pitch in.
The last of the food is pushed away,
“we have too many leftovers anyway.”
Tradition at this time keeps us there ’till six or eight.
And then everyone slowly filters out.
Goodbyes and hugs said at the door while reluctant cousins hide.
Tradition at this time brings a smile to even the oldest cousin’s face.
Some sit chatting in chairs while the littlest sit on the floor, legs folded in place.
Tradition pauses each year waiting for the next Thanksgiving.
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