A snowy thanksgiving

Whenever I think of Thanksgiving I picture traditional fall imagery. Leaves that have started changing colors for the season, pumpkins and gourds, ears of corn, cornucopia centerpieces, turkeys, and other things of that nature. However, living in the north, my hometown during Thanksgiving time isn’t always decorated in hues of brown and red. Sometimes, like this year, we get a white Thanksgiving. After spending the day in the kitchen, where the oven heated the room nice and toasty, I didn’t realize that it had gotten rather chilly outside until my guests started to arrive with complaints of the weather outdoors. I took a peek out my front door and was shocked to see the ground had started to get covered in a thin layer of powdery snow! As I set the table, I turned the oven off since the food no longer required constant heating, and we prepared to say grace and eat the meal I had spent all day cooking. It wasn’t long after sitting down that I noticed the dining room felt a little cold, and I was sure everyone else felt it too but just wasn’t saying anything. Since I had spent so long in the kitchen, where the oven and burners provided enough heating for the entire room to feel warm, I hadn’t turned on my house’s actual heating because of it. I felt a little embarrassed that it took me so long to really notice the cold. I apologized to my guests and excused myself from the table long enough to go adjust the thermostat to kick my home’s heating into gear. Afterwards I returned to the dining room and the night went wonderfully after that. Everyone ate, and talked, and laughed amongst friends, and it couldn’t have been a more perfect Thanksgiving, regardless of the snow outside.