I have to say that every year around this time I get a little depressed. Don’t get me wrong, Christmas is great but there is just something about how the amazing holiday day known as Thanksgiving. Now that my turkey is all gone, stuffing is almost and there are no more pies I am a little sad.
As usual, I made a great meal and managed to nearly burn the house down while trying to make a cheesecake. The cheesecake was great but the house smelled like smoke for a day and a half. I got so many compliments on my turkey this year. Even people who said they did not eat turkey. That is always a great takeaway from thanksgiving. That’s the kind of magic I am talking about.
My sister in law and I tagged teamed it again. Both making out signature dishes. The only difference was this year she hosted it. It ended up being a blessing cause I was not stuck with the clean up. We gathered around and ate and watched the Carolina Panthers crush the Dallas Cowboys and claim their 11-0 victory.
The next day I spent getting Christmas decorations down from the attic and heading down to our local Christmas tree lot. It always makes me sick to my stomach at how fast we hurry to Christmas. It’s like thanksgiving does not matter at all.
Now that my tree is up, gifts are bought and I am rocking my almost two month old to sleep I can say that this holiday season I am going to make it my mission to concentrate on being thankful rather then selfish.