Thanksgiving

One of my favorite Thanksgiving traditions is what my entire dad’s side of the family calls, “Turkey Bowl.” During half-time of the first football game on television, everyone goes outside, splits into teams, and plays a game of two-hand-touch football. Usually my family spends Thanksgiving in Jacksonville, Florida, with my aunt and uncle, three cousins, and our grandma and grandpa. This year however, our Thanksgiving was spent at home. Although it was kind of lonely without all of the extra people around (and a lot colder), it was still a lot of fun to be able to see everyone. Also, since my boyfriend is from Massachusetts, he wasn’t able to go home for Thanksgiving and instead, my mother invited him to have Thanksgiving with us in Charlotte. Despite all of the changes to our Thanksgiving traditions, Turkey Bowl is one that still lives on. My mother was busy preparing our entire Thanksgiving feast from scratch, although we all helped, so she did not participate, but the addition of my boyfriend to the family roster made our teams even. The teams were me, my little sister, and my father, aka Team Domination, against my older brother, my little brother, and my boyfriend aka, The Champions. Needless to say, Team Domination, well, dominated.