The great thing about Thanksgiving is its simplicity, sitting down for a great meal with family and friends. Thus far I have seen no inflatable Pilgrims in people's yards.
My South Grove neighborhood started a pot-luck dinner tradition twenty years ago. Many of the residents come from other states or countries so it seemed right to form a Thanksgiving family here. We rent chairs and tables and give food assignments. Everyone brings their own plates, utensils and beverages (yes, there is a lot of wine). At yesterday's feast someone gave a short Buddhist homily, another a Catholic prayer, and off we went to eat ourselves silly.
As the sun faded kids began dancing around the fire. We were thankful that none of them got burned.
It was a fitting end to another great November holiday.