Thanksgiving was soccer, a purple toenail, guests (lots of them but not too many because there is no such thing), a feast, lots of singing, old memories and new, catchphrase, loaded questions, coffee, pies, friends, family, an evening walk, lots of laughter, a grand ole time.
Tonight I will remember it as the night of multiple coffee cups, stale donut holes, christmasy feelings, pancakes, a gigantic Christmas tree, downtown lights, cold weather, a beautiful horse pulling carriages, and late night grocery shopping.
These are the days to remember. These are the nights. This is living.
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