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There is of course that most wonderful of reasons for the Christmas season. Still, the wonder is very nearly lost in the hectic grind, unless you make a conscious effort to curtail the madness. But with nearly a months worth of shopping days left til that day, let’s get back to Turkey Day.

This is an easy one for most guys. We get to duck out for a beer by the fire pit, or hang in front of marathon football telecasts. The fairer gender generally is in charge of the culinary chores, which they do with masterful result in our clan. The presence of a fine variety of wines helps to smooth the task, and a great time is had by all.

Not that I’m saying we are a rowdy bunch of beer guzzlers and wine swillers. It’s just that a cocktail or two adds to the fun. Then there is the meal. Suffice it to say that, for me, the turkey is secondary to the amazing assortment of side dishes, with the dressing heading the list. Piled high and deep next to the mashed and sweet potatoes, oozing with gravy, my plate is a carb-freaks delight.

The meat can wait until tomorrow’s sandwiches. Then, with just enough room left, and after a few generous squirts of Redi-Whip that Grampa treats himself and the grandkids to, it’s hot pumpkin pie and vanilla ice cream. Dangerously delicious, I must say.

This particular holiday brings forth special traditions as well. One of ours has been a Turkey Bowl soccer game. It used to be on the morning of, but time, distance and family growth took precedence with my generation. Not to mention our complete loss of that burning speed we ALL possessed.

But just two years ago, my oldest son Tim and nephew Duke revived the match in honor of their grandparents, Jack and Joan. Some top-shelf action is exhibited at these new gatherings, befitting a talented bunch of family and friends whose hearts beat to the sound of boot to ball. And this year, there will be a half-time version for our younger gang, the grade schoolers who are developing their own brand of quality play. It is to be dubbed “The Katie Bug Classic”, in tribute to our darling angel niece, lost, oh, so recently, oh, so tragically.

Words here, at least today, cannot touch the depth of grief of family and friends at this moment. Someday, I may try to do her life justice. But not yet. Not now. Just let it stand that our special Thanksgiving prayer will include how incredibly blessed we all are to have had her as our brief but wonderfully shining light.And that God Blesses you and yours this year.

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