A Thanksgiving Story

You sent a ‘Save the date’ notice to all the guests-mostly Americans and some other cultures-two weeks in advance.

You explained why the celebration has to happen on the weekend not on Thursday since everyone works on Thursday in France.

You went to the special butcher and ordered the turkey, asking again, as you do every year, that all the innards need to be out and, for a little extra money, could they start the roasting for you.

You arranged to pick up the turkey the morning of your Thanksgiving feast, so you’d have at least three hours to finish the cooking.

You sent out e-mails far and wide asking where to find cranberries in Paris.

You wrote a lovely invitation with the history of Thanksgiving, then explained how it is a myth, yet it is most Americans’ favorite holiday.

You requested that each person think of something to share that they feel especially grateful for.

You borrowed chairs from the neighbors feeling a bit guilty that you were having a party and not inviting them.

You then wrote a note reminding the neighbors of the American holiday Thanksgiving and thanked them for contributing to it.

You went to the local Fruits Primeurs and bought up two kilos of green beans and a massive amount of potatoes, wondering again why sweet potatoes had never made it to France.

You pulled out all your Thanksgiving decorations and your pumpkin pie spice that you bring back each year from California.

You put together the ingredients for pumpkin pie and stored in the refrigerator.

You set your table early as it made you smile every time you walked by it.

You instructed your cat that she is not allowed to jump on the table or play with any of the decorations.

You sighed as your cat stared at you with that look that said “Don’t tell me what to do.”

You wrote e-cards to all your friends far and wide wishing them a Happy Thanksgiving.

You set the delivery time for the e-cards for the morning of Thanksgiving.

You went to sleep knowing everything would be perfect.

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A bientôt,

Sara

Author: Sara Somers

I am retired from my first profession, am from Oakland, California, living in Paris, France since 2013. I love books, movies, and watching everyday life in Paris out my window. Please enjoy my musings as I grow into the author others say I am. I am always open to thoughts and ideas from others about this blog. I like to write about Paris, about France, about the US as seen from France. About France that the US may or may not know.

8 thoughts on “A Thanksgiving Story”

  1. Happy Thanksgiving, Sara! Hope your dinner turns out to be wonderful. The table setting is beautiful. It brings back a wonderful memory of our one Thanksgiving in Paris that we we celebrated in Paris with family and friends.

    1. Thanks, Jessica, That story is fiction! Based on past experience, of course, and trying to think outside the box as I stretch my writing chops!!!! I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Love to you both.

    1. Thanks, Lisa. My day will be filled with four-legged beings–cats, dogs, and horses!!! And I give thanks they are so wonderful.

    1. LOL Nancy, That story is just that–a story. Complete fiction though based on past experience. I’m in Normandy with the cats and the horses. Happy thanksgiving

  2. Happy Thanksgiving Sara!

    It is very popular in our neighborhood to have a “Friendsgiving”.
    Families live far away, parents have died, so we are all extended family!
    Every one contributes to the Thanksgiving meal.
    Dee

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