It's Thanksgiving Eve.

[trof]

We have our turkeys hanging from the mantlepiece, ready to be stuffed by Santa.
What does your family do?

[BlueJazz]

1. We tie 12 turkeys to our sleigh and try to go for a ride. so far, it's a no go.

...plus I think it just pisses off the turkeys.

[trof]

2. Are these frozen, fresh, or live turkeys?

[BlueJazz]

5. I...I'm not sure...we buy them from the grocery store and they SEEM ok. They are ..

...very well behaved and rather quiet though. Now that I think about it, they do tend to smell after a few days when
we let them roam in the back yard.
Understand, we're city folks and don't know much about farm life.

[trof]

7. If they're encased in plastic, they're probably not live.

That could be your problem.
Sorry to be the bearer...

[BlueJazz]

9. Oh..well, that does explain a lot of things. I thought their skin was rather strange, especially...

...after being outside for 4-5 days. I noticed that it started to "expand". I wish I could share your knowledge with my 2 sisters but they died last year right after the Thanksgiving meal. They always did eat way too much that time of year.

Thank you so much for your help.

[Yavin4]

17. You do know that Turkeys can't fly.

Right?

[BlueJazz]

18. As God is my witness, I didn't know that.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

3. Nothing.

My family is either out of town or dead, so I'll be sharing a turkey leg with my cats and taking it easy.

[panader0]

4. I call my crazy neighbors over and we do the Turkey Trot

[femmocrat]

6. Watch the parade and the dog show.

We have already celebrated our Thanksgiving, so we have nothing planned. Feels good to be done, actually.

[orleans]

11. oh, the puppy bowl! i forgot about that! n/t

[femmocrat]

12. This is the National Dog Show.

http://www.nbc.com/national-dog-show

The Puppy Bowl (my favorite!) is on Superbowl Sunday, if I remember correctly.

[orleans]

13. oh, you're right. well--the dog show is fun to watch too! n/t

[LiberalEsto]

8. We slaughter our own pumpkins

There's nothing like a farm-raised, fresh-killed pumpkin

[trof]

19. Yum!

[LiberalEsto]

20. Just don't tell PETP

People for the Ethical Treatment of Pumpkins

[rurallib]

10. Turkey bowling, dude

3 games of ten pins with a solid frozen gobbler.

[kwassa]

14. Twas the night before Thanksgiving

Twas the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The turkeys were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Poultry soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of pumpkin pies danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long late fall nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight turkeys were here
With a little old driver so lively and sultry,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Poultry
More rapid than eagles his turkeys they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Butterball! now, Foster! now Perdue and Cargill!
On, Cooper! on, Northern Pride! on, Jennie-O and Kraft!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of pies, and St. Poultry too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was St. Poultry came with a bound.
He was dressed all in feathers, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of pies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the turkeys; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the stove-pipe he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night!”

[Crewleader]

15. To you and family trof

[DFW]

16. My family is scattered to the four winds

Our daughter who lives in the USA is flying down to Dallas to be with our best friends, as she does every year.

Our daughter who lives in Germany is coming up here (Düsseldorf area) to spend Thanksgiving with us.

My sister will be in the NY area with her husband.

My brother will be home in Northern Virginia.

We are having 15 friends from Germany and Austria over on Friday for the feast. Since it is not a holiday here in Germany, people who live and work a little farther away couldn't make it on a Thursday night. As it is, I have to leave on Saturday for work in central Germany on Sunday. Then Brussels, then Paris, then Spain, then over to Washington for 3 days, then back to Europe for ten days, then to South Carolina.......anyone want my job for a few weeks?