I know those aren't the original words to the Bing Crosby song, but it suited us this year. Snow before Thanksgiving? Has anyone ever heard of such a thing in the Seattle area?
Thanksgiving morning brought cold temperatures and more snow. As we were spending the holiday with my in-laws, we hustled out of the house and down to the Christmas tree farm for a great big family picture in the morning. Thanksgiving day is not the usual day for picking out a Christmas tree with my in-laws, but it was the only day we'd all be together for that annual picture tradition. So 4 vehicles full of people ambled down to the tree farm, where we were stopped and informed that they were not open on Thanksgiving. Well, duh. But we were not going to let a little thing like that get in the way of a family tradition. Or our lack of photographer. Or lack of a tripod.
Here's this year's picture, courtesy of an obliging tree branch:
Dinner time came, and we stuffed ourselves with turkey, potatoes and gravy, stuffing, green jello salad, rolls, green beans, olives and pie. Yum. And then we lolled about the house in a turkey-induced stupor. Or tried to, since the tryptophan doesn't seem to effect the kids as much as the adults. Gotta love Thanksgiving!