I’m thankful for hands that can mop floors, cut out dough circles, set the table.
For a sister who will watch Lena’s Holiday with appropriate levels of shock and delight when it’s found at the end of the taped-from-TV Home Alone tape.
For exciting job prospects.
For a dog who will submit to being “hitched” via leash to an inner tube and made to look reindeer-ish for the camera.
For a shelf full of books, some of which are still mysteries.
For endlessly supportive parents, whether I’m contemplating big things like moving to a far city, or small things like serving the gravy before it’s fully thickened.
For electronic Catchphrase.
For ugly sweaters, to be donned for Black Friday shopping.
For this food, which we are about to receive.