It was a cold day, but inside the small house at the end of Crawford Drive it was festive and warm. Thanksgiving in this house was the best time of the year for this big family. They would come from near and far to be together for it. They gave thanks for being with each other and always would say what they liked the best about the feast. The little ones each year always said the same.
     "We just love the dessert!" Always making sure at the same time not to get too many veggies. The adults on the other hand always said each and every year it was the main dish they love. They would always argue who would crave, but it always ended up being Grampa Jim. So as everyone sat down, he'd look at his happy turkey family and smile. With a little gobble he would say to them.....
     "Who wants the dark meat of this human and who wants the light?" So as it went he'd hear... white over here, dark here, or one of the kids would say, i want a leg. Then they would feast.