Gobble Gobble Gobble . . . .

. . . the Party's over . . .

Where'd everybody go?

 They were here just 24 hours ago!

 Old folks and young folks. Or at least, youngER folks.

They came for this:

And left us with these:

Which were cleaned up with loads and loads of help from this:

Howard, in his special Turkey Day shirt.  Don't hate him because he's beautiful.

By now, on Friday, all the dishes are done.

The wineglasses washed and stowed away.

And the leftovers are on stage for a return engagement,

as the girls and their friends dig in.

But it was fun.  Thanksgiving came and went,

and all the food was cooked and served,

and I managed to not poison anyone.

Again.

Whew.

And Mr. Dion got presents from Happy Frank!

He'll tell you all about them soon.
Right now, Mr. Dion is sound asleep.  Being in charge of a big family party is hard work.

I hope all of you who celebrated Thanksgiving Day had a wonderful time,

and ate enough calories to last you till Ground Hog Day.

On to Chanukah and Christmas!  -- Cass