Thanksgiving doesn't start until Jungle walks in. I don't think anyone knows where she came from or how she's related to us, but she is always the loudest and most cringeworthy person in the room. She will yell, sway, and clap until you question whether what you are seeing is real. I've learned to walk in a circular pattern around my grandmother's tiny house so I can avoid the awkwardly exaggerated hug and kiss this distant relative gives me.
One of the things I love about my family's Thanksgiving get-togethers is the way we pray before we eat. The bluntest speaker is elected to pray, and by blunt I mean concise. It goes a little something like this:
"Dear God, thank you for this food that we partake in today. Okay! Let's eat!"
We do this because the prayers started getting a little excessive a few years ago when Betty Sue came to celebrate with us.
"Oh Lord, Lord Lord Lord, Lordy Lord, blesseth is the food today. Blessed are the rain and the sunshine that hath made the food grown. Father, Lord, Oh Lordy, we thank you today. We thank you thank you thank you. Oh Father, we just thank you for the food. We thank you, right here right now, Father, for this food you done given us."
Enough said.
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