Well…ok. Here I go – this is gonna be long… 
What is it with you guys and football, anyway? 
DElf - Aww man, that sucks. Too bad that you can’t really get into the
“spirit”, so to speak. However, I can also kind of relate to you there on a few levels – for one
thing, there are members of my family who are rather…umm…how shall I say it? “Snooty”,
“uptight”, and “creepy”. However, let’s not go there… 
(snigger)
FONY - You have kick fights, too? Awesome. I’m not the only one!

PixarVixen - Heheh – sounds like you had an interesting Thanksgiving Day.
I’m sorry that you had to work, though. What’s up with that? 
JV -
Cool – I watched Cars, too! And now, like you said, I will finally tell
my Thanksgiving story – heheh.
The day first started out as any usual,
sun-lit morning begins: dew hung upon the freshly-grown grass, blotches of sun poured its way through my curtains
and into my surrounding room, and my little sister could be heard banging her toy stroller against her well-worn
and scratched door.
I got up at the typical time – 6:00 AM, in my case – and did my usual morning
duties: set up my sister’s washcloth and toothbrush, stocked the clean dishes, made breakfast and lunch for my
little sister, and finally made breakfast for myself at 7:01 AM.
I let my neighbor’s cat in around 7:15 and
made him do his tricks before kicking him straight back out again, his tail high in the air. Then I waited until
the rest of the family got up…
At first, all seemed well. Mom had gotten the necessary ingrediants the
day before – the turkey, cranberries, and other delictable morsels were ready to be cooked and served around
6:00-7:00 o’clock PM. And then, it happened…
The oven broke, so mom and I had to go
back to the store and order some pre-cut/-sliced turkey from over the counter; she
also bought some potatoes, coleslaw, and an apple pie while there. Truth be told, the oven broke last night, so
it was, in a sense, just still broken.
We got through that one alright, and mom was happy because she didn’t
have to cook as much.
Afterwards, my two sisters and I decided to blow off some steam and watch
Cars in my dad’s room (as the tv had burned out only a few days ago). The whole
family ended up watching the film, and mom topped it all off by making an unsual statement: "I think this is
the most peaceful Thanksgiving we’ve ever had."
I was absolutely satistfied to the core – everyone was
happy and peaceful and we were actually going to be able to eat the turkey! (Mom previously wondered whether or
not we would have to go out for Thanksgiving, which didn’t happen, thank goodness.)
We passed the time
by spending some “family time” together: my dad did some free-lance work, my mom started to cook, and I
turned on some Christmas music for some lively entertainment. My sisters danced to the tunes while I took out my
sketchbook and started to draw Remy’s family. 
Low and behold, the time came when it was almost time
to serve up the food. Unfortunately, dad had just popped in [i]Monty Python and the Holy
Grail[/i] into his dvd player, and was having a blast watching it, as were Leia and I (my other little
sister had been gratefully plopped into the bed; I had sung “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”
while putting her in).
Mom finally got mad and shouted for us to come in before the food got cold. So, with
our heads hanging, we shut off the dvd player and went in to eat…
Surprisingly enough, we had a great
time! Yesterday, ladies and gentlement, was the first time that we had ever had Thanksgiving [i]by
ourselves[/i] – no one else: just our family of five. No nagging relatives; no pesty aunts and
uncles; no screaming cousins. Mom was pleased… (snigger)
Actually, I was rather depressed concerning
the lack of fun relatives to hang out with – I didn’t mind it when two thousand people came over to our house,
as they used to do every Thanksgiving…until mom got sick of it. I do love my ever-growing family, as do my mom
and dad – we just love some of them at a distance. 
After washing all of the dishes in the dishwasher
two times around…the sink got clogged up. I finally managed to solve the problem by pulling out a very large
piece of turkey that had gotten stuck in the “grinder”.
And that was our Thanksgiving. We went
to bed full and tired, as you can expect. And this morning, my mom and I were awoken by the wonderful smell of
dirty pull-ups seeping from under my little sister’s bedroom door… 
Whew – that was long… Heheh…