It is a fantastic fall day. It dawned on me that Thanksgiving is getting close. I checked the calendar, and it is less than two weeks away. Time is flying.

‘This will be the best Thanksgiving ever,’ Tom Turkey said with a gleam in his eyes. ‘I have been gathering chestnuts and berries for appetizers, and mother is going to cook pumpkin pie,’ Tom continued. ‘Mom has been to the market in disguise with the kids,’ TT laughed. ‘You can not be too careful this time of year,’ Tom Turkey noted.

‘I love oyster dressing,’ Mr. Badger said with holiday aplomb. ‘Moley and I are so pleased to join you and your lovely family for Thanksgiving this year,’ Mr. Badger continued. ‘Mrs. Badger is making mincemeat pies and cooking a batch of divinity for the festivities, Mr. Badger said. ‘Moley has a new bib and tucker to wear to commemorate the great day,’ Badger proclaimed.

‘Indeed, we are having the best Thanksgiving ever,’ the Old Man announced. ‘Joining us today are my friends from Syria who are refugees,’ the Old Man informed. ‘As it was many years ago for the Pilgrims, this will be their first Thanksgiving,’ the Old Man smiled.

‘Where do you want me to place the Tofu Turkey?’ Moe asked as he danced around. ‘Curly almost ran us late, but I twisted his nose and then he hurried,’ Moe said. ‘We followed the Turkey family who are dressed as Pilgrims and Native Americans,’ Moe continued. ‘Tom Turkey is a riot of laughs,’ Moe said. ‘He asked us how many Turkeys it takes to screw in a light bulb,’ Moe laughed. ‘I told him one to hold the light bulb and two to turn the light bulb holder until the bulb is screwed in,’ Moe chuckled.