My First Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Day in America is a time to offer thanks, of family gatherings and holiday meals. A time of turkeys, stuffing, and pumpkin pie.

Eventho I was drugged with antibiotics and all sorts of medication, I woke up feeling like it was Christmas Day!! The aroma of a roasting turkey drifted up to our bedroom. I had a dream of a headless turkey chasing me around the night before. Must've been some TV advertisement that decided to haunt me. Nevertheless, it will not stop me from gobbling up this Thanksgiving feast.
Mom-in-law started cooking this feast since Wednesday. Susan brought her broccoli pasta caserole and my dear hubby made his Peanut Butter Tracks pie and Creamed Onions. (I was too sick to render him any useful help, or so that was my excuse:) We stuffed our bellies to the max and spent the rest of the day laying around chatting and browsing at all the catalogs and advertisements which came with the Thursday newspaper, as everyone decides which stores they wanna storm into at 5am the next morning to grab the best bargains in town.
Thanksgiving, as we know it today, has come a long way from the Pilgrim's harvest festival in 1621. It is an event that seems, as each year goes by, to reinvent itself and to expand its meaning to larger vistas. Maybe this is the real significance of the occasion; for as we continue to change and grow, there are an increasing number of things for which we can be thankful. And I am thankful for everything and everyone that has been a part of my life till today.
Now I am dreading the thought of having to get up at 5am to make that mad rush to the stores and act like a "kiasu". I'll probably end up buying something that I don't need. C'mon, my brains will probably still be asleep at 5am after a turkey overdose.