Celebrate! Celebration!

On Thanksgiving, our "extended" family gathers at one home or another to celebrate
the day.
With an adult table for those of us who are over, well, let's say, those of us who are the parents
of the adult children,
and
a table for the children,
and now,
children of the children,
we gather to celebrate Thanksgiving.
We eat the meal that took hours to cook.
We talk.
The children run and play.
The men gather to watch the game on TV.
The women do the dishes and wonder why.
We sort out the left overs.
Then, everyone goes home to
nap and watch more TV.

Now, Pixie, she puts up with whatever goes on her head,
no matter the season. Then, she sleeps.

Now, when I celebrate my birthday,
I buy a new pair of shoes.
Then,

Jenny drives,
and
I have my margarita for the year.

When Nick comes home, Pixie takes care of her man.
Nick relaxes and Pixie grooms him, then

they cuddle on the couch.

Jenny celebrates with her love for animals.
Then when it's just us,
we talk,
we eat,
we rest,
and
Pixie
sleeps.
That's our celebration.