Nov 27 2008
The Ghost Of Thanksgiving
Today in the United States, it is a holiday. The Thanksgiving holiday which goes back to the time of the first English settlers at Plymouth Rock in 1620, and the way the Indians helped them that first year. It is a day to spend with family, and loved ones. A time to be thankful for your life and the good you have in it. It is a day to spend together.
Today, I will be spend this day with my own family, my father and my brother. I will be thankful for having them both in my life, no matter how much at times they may drive me crazy. They are family, and that goes beyond all the petty and stupid arguments.
Today, as I searched the Internet for something to share with you about this holiday, I came across a Thanksgiving ghost story. I found several actually. Some were stories told by people that had strange things happen to them on this holiday when they gathered around the table for their holiday dinners. This one caught my eye though.
He was uninvited: indeed he wasn’t there. He had somehow appeared, coming out of the woods on that cold and dreary Thanksgiving Day, knocking on our door seeking shelter from the storm. And what an odd holiday evening that it turned out being because of him. This gentleman had brought his own brand of Thanksgiving merrymaking into our family circle on that austere, wet day back on that November twenty-eighth.
Read the rest of the story about what happens when one family kills a very special bird for their Thanksgiving dinner called The Ghost Of Thanksgiving here . To those out there that celebrate this day, have the best of days with your families and loved ones.
