The list was long, but somehow still short, at least that’s what Mai kept telling herself as she dragged her suitcase through the airport that was rapidly turning into a sleepover camp for stranded travelers. Flights were being cancelled left and right. People were rushing, bargaining, praying for a seat home, trying to make it back for that once-a-year long weekend with the people they loved… or at least tolerated. Mai didn’t mind the grease to come. Thanksgiving was the one

from our family to yours, we bless thy, may your pants stretch in a generous way. as feasts are shared and plates piled high, let laughter and love fill the sky. as voices rise with festive cheer, ba8 ask, "What feast will you prepare this year?" but we, with wry and playful gleam, await the stage, the scene to come. not pots nor pans, but stories to spin, a spark of mischief to let it begin. for the heart of the feast is not in the spread, but in the tales and laughte