By Barb Mazarakos
I love Thanksgiving- always have. When I was a child, it meant coming out of choir practice the night before to lightly falling snow, and waking the next morning to the smell of freshly made cinnamon rolls (from the Pillsbury can, of course!) while my dad started to prepare our Thanksgiving Feast. We would sit in front of the television gorging our faces with sticky goodness and watching float after float, always trying to get a glimpse of our favorites (Snoopy!) After our family had dinner, we would help Dad clean up and then fall asleep in shifts watching Christmas movies and spread out in the living room with grins on our overly-full faces (Dad has always found a special joy in the challenge of finding the absolute largest turkey he could fit in the oven, even when it was just the four of us).
“Give thanks to the Lord for He is good, His love endures forever.”
1 Chronicles 16:34