lilas+thanksgiving

By Lila Childre Thanksgiving My Thanksgiving is always held at my grandparents’ house in Albany. All of my cousins, aunts and uncles get there about 10:30 so we can still watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade that is on TV. While we are watching the parade, my grandmother “Honey” is in the kitchen making our feast. Honey’s mac and cheese is like velvet in our mouths. Her turkey is like an apple; it is so juicy when you bite into it. The most delicious thing that she makes is her homemade sweet tea which tastes like honey out of a bee hive. After the parade when my cousins, my brother, and I go outside, we can smell the food from inside. When we go in to eat, the smell of Honey’s food is like a wall when you walk into the house. After we eat, we go outside if you aren’t too full and tired. This time all of my family and my dog Pal go outside to play all those fun games. You can hear us if you are walking down the street. We sound like an amusement park. You can watch my cousins and me play football. If I fall or someone tackles me, the grass is like a mattress under me. Thank the good Lord, it was a very nice day last year because we would all be so disappointed if it was too cold to play outside. When it is time to leave we are sad, but we look forward to next year’s Thanksgiving.