Usually, my family's Thanksgiving Day is fairly formulaic. We invite 15- 20 people, and spend the day before and the day of preparing, cleaning, and cooking. It's generally a mad house until 6:30, when we all dig in.
This year was a little different. We moved to our current house in July; we had not moved in 14 years, and we were thus unprepared. We left the old house to sell, leaving most of our furniture there as a sort of "dressing" for the house. Unfortunately, our house has yet to sell, and we have yet to receive profit (or furniture) from the whole ordeal. Since we only had (and have) three chairs and a card table in the whole house, we were in no condition to host anything, let alone 20 people and 13 straight hours of food prep.
So, we opted for a family dinner. We only cooked a few things, and ordered out on the rest. Then, we invited my aunt and her family for desert.
Not having to do that much work was strangely relaxing. I was able to enjoy myself, eat pumpkin pie, and play pool for three hours.
We had a good time, sure, but Thanksgiving isn't my favorite holiday.
In some respects, I'm not like many teenagers. I don't like to eat a lot (I have to, but I don't like it); I'd rather eat a little bit here and there, and Thanksgiving doesn't really allow for that. As such, the holiday isn't my favorite, but I always enjoy getting together with my family, which, I suppose, is the most important part.
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