Every Thanksgiving, the second dinner is over, half the family heads out to hit the stores before the next day's holiday rush while the rest make their way downstairs to watch the game. This usually leaves the house quite empty and silent, save the whooping and cheering from the basement game room. It's then that Uncle Jeff and I take advantage of everyone's absence and have a quiet little Thanksgiving of our own right there in the living room. Even though we know someone could come bounding up the basement stairs at any moment for beer or snacks, we are so lost in each other that everything else fades away.
Between us, I sometimes like to pretend the cheering is for us because we are putting on such an amazing show.
AT ANY MOMENT
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Michael Broderick
2024-12-01 15:03:03 +0000 UTCStephen
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