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Circle Round

Turkey sat at the head of the beautifully-decorated table. He paused for a moment and smiled at everyone seated with him.

Then he reached out and joined hands with the Stuffing who in turn picked up Deviled Eggs hand who then clasped hands with Mashed Potatoes (whose new little one Gravy slept pressed against her chest).

Since Mashed Potatoes had her other hand full, her wife Green Bean Casserole picked up hands with Dinner Roll who reached out and picked up Weird Jello Salad’s hand who smiled and joined hands with her new husband, Relish Tray, who then picked up Old Man Pumpkin Pie’s hand who then gave a kiss to his wife of 50 years, Cool Whip, as he took her sweet soft wrinkled hand.

Grandma Cool Whip then closed the circle as she joined hands with Turkey.

They said their prayer to Mother Earth, thanking her for the bountiful blessings in their lives including this day that they were sharing together.

Then they looked at the loaded table which held massive amounts of sushi, Dominos pizza, ice cream, cotton candy and doughnuts.

And they ate.

Like pigs.

Til their stomachs were stretched and uncomfortable and they needed Turkey to go out to Walgreens to get some Tums.

The End.