Beneath the Wraps

  Several years ago I had acquired a small jar in the shape of a turkey.   He unhinged at the body as I recall.   I suppose I may still have it in the shed but have not made the effort to look for it at this particular juncture in time.   this is a cookie jar; mine was a lot smaller with hinges I remember asking each of the guests who attended Thanksgiving to write down things that they were most for.   I cut up each sentence into strips to be put into the turkey jar and we would read them during dinner.   It was an idea I had wanted to incorporate into the holiday – attempting to start my own Thanksgiving tradition.   I remember reading some of the answers – but just that one year.   It was only an attempt.   It never became a tradition. I would have liked to have heard others express their Thanksgiving thoughts.