Thanksgiving

My Thanksgiving consists of a hectic mix of family coming into town, preparing loads of food that one would think impossible to eat in one sitting, and eating the load of food that one would think impossible to eat in one sitting. As both of my parents are divorced and remarried, I get the satisfaction of eating two Thanksgiving meals with two different families. Though this sounds fantastic, it is nearly impossible to gorge myself with food at lunch, and then proceed to gorge myself at the following meal. Though somehow I manage to do so. I cherish this holiday as a time to spend time with family members, watch football, and go Christmas shopping with my grandmother on the following day. Very few times per year do I get to see all of my family together, and Thanksgiving is one of those times. One of my best memories of the holiday is when my uncle, after living in Wisconsin and not pending very many holidays with us came to spend Thanksgiving with us. He has kept doing so ever since, and I look forward to seeing him every year, as I get to see him even less than the rest of my family.