ALL HAIL TO THE TURKEY

Becca hates it when people gloss over Thanksgiving and go straight from Halloween to Christmas. I'm not sure why it bothers her so much. Could be that she hates the commercialization of Christmas and loves the kinder, gentler holiday, and the natural sense of gratitude that Thanksgiving brings. But I don't think it's that complicated. I think she feels sorry for it. Yeah, sorry for Thanksgiving when people ignore it.

So, when she came home the day before Thanksgiving, and our Christmas tree was up and full decorated, the first word out of her mouth was "MOM!!!" And then, "What IS this?"

She set out to find a way to have Thanksgiving trump Christmas, and with the help of a table, a barstool, several books and a 3-foot wooden turkey, she did it.

Yes, the turkey was officially higher than the tree, and she decreed that it could not come down until AFTER Thanksgiving.

It didn't actually stop there, either. At ten seconds to midnight, Becca led everyone who was here in a countdown to Thanksgiving from her perch on the table, and then proceeded to have a ball-dropping ceremony. When the big day had officially arrived, everybody celebrated.

Okay! So I won't put my tree up early any more!