As per tradition since moving to S.D., we start Thanksgiving morning with Diamond Donuts, then head to the field where we all play football. I usually get a few throws in, and avoid getting tackled at all costs. It's awesome when the youth show up and play too. It's so beautiful here, the weather is usually warm, and it's a gorgeous morning outside while turkey is in the oven... or crock pot. Lukas and Jared both despise pumpkin pie, so I'm thinking next year I should really break down and make em Apple Strudel for Thanksgiving. As tradition dictates, the Christmas Tree goes up on Thanksgiving Day. And usually we rock out to Christmas music while we build it, light it, and decorate it. I do the finishing touches on the tree and tell memories of the ornaments as they dive into cookies and cocoa. The little boy in the pictures at our table is Lukas' buddy Jacob, who showed up to play, so we invited him to eat with us. Apparently they don't really celebrate Thanksgiving. Or Christmas for that matter. Yes, they're Christians, and nope, not Jehovah's witnesses. I've been to their house for a drinking party (me, horchata) but not holidays. Anyways, the more the merrier.